[It’s a little awkward, and the funny look makes Gokudera frown. He doesn’t understand what may be so odd... and is just operating off habit.]

You can just hum a tune, and I’ll find the keys for it on the piano and improvise.

[Gokudera is sticking to cafes and finally walks into a tavern, the lighting warm and slightly dim, but there is a piano standing off to the side. No one is at it, and the place doesn’t seem terribly crowded. There are a few patrons who seem to be regulars, casually drinking and chatting amongst themselves at the bar.

The bomber looks over the barkeeper, a large statured man with next to no hair on his head, but a thick dark beard. Gokudera feels oddly small, but is bold in his approach.]

Do you have anyone for that piano?

[The barkeep blinks and looks over at the instrument.]

They’re off today. Usually they don’t play ‘til the evening, anyway.

Thanks. [Gokudera turns and walks over to it, running a hand over dust and giving a gentle scoff as he realizes that there probably is no one who’s been keeping up with it. He grumbles under his breath and pulls out the piano bench.]

Hang on... I’m gonna make sure it’s in good condition.

[And he’s lifting the hood, propping it up and leaning in to press at the wires, checking the hammers. He moves over to the bench and starts with the highest key, working low and testing out each note.]