The underground live house, post-show. Past the backs of the staff clearing folding chairs, Takumi Konno is looking over, mic still gripped tightly in his hand. He tugs his hood back into place and gives a slight wave. "Um... you're still here. ...I kind of figured you'd come today." He breaks into an awkward, self-conscious laugh before he can even finish the sentence. "Ah, sorry. Scratch that. ...Actually, no. Don't scratch that."