Hearing Yaten leave, Seiya's ebony eyebrow quirked. That was abrupt. Turning, the young idol rested his elbows against the rail that ran along the window's edge, leaning back and adopting his normal, carefree posture. His blue eyes, still hidden behind his sunglasses, scanned the crowd for his smaller friend's trademark silvery tresses. Losing sight of him momentarily, Seiya turned his head slightly and regarded his taller friend out of the corner of his eye. Taiki seemed lost in thought, which was not an unusual state for him. Cocking his head slightly, Seiya wondered what the handsome brunette might be thinking.

"So, how about you? Will you miss it?" he asked of Taiki, trying to draw his friend out of his musings.