It felt like a while since Piers really held a concert-- simply because, well... He didn’t have a reason other than he hadn’t felt like it. But tonight was finally the night, and it was absolutely worth it, the thrill he got from a good show was always the absolute best. Energizing, an outlet for things he never quite knew how to say. More than that, it was fun.
The singer had gone backstage-- it wasn’t much, but nothing in Spikemuth really was, it still counted for something and his use was made of it. His jacket is off and he’s about to pull his hair down before hearing something behind him and turning on his heels, expecting it to be a Yell member or something that would greet him, instead seeing someone else had followed him back!
“Oh--” The dark-type trainer snaps his fingers and points, looking rather surprised, “I know you. Ryuki, right? Didn’t expect ta see ya here.”