Renzo approaches the others from behind, having already retrieved his things from his locker down the hall. His injured arm is all bandaged up, but in better shape at this point.
"Don't know about you guys, but I can't say my place would be much better," he laughs a little before looking down. It would have been awkward to mention that his home was back in France. Maybe one of the others had a solid place. Riku bowed out, so he was out of the question. He found it difficult to gauge Yato, but he was certain he had a nice house. Probably neat and orderly, too. He didn't want to imagine what Tsuke-mono had at her residence, but perhaps a nice piano? She did seem to be quite the adept musician as far as a few days ago told him. That left only Eiko and Aiko. Much like Yato, Renzo found it hard to gauge Eiko, but as for the latter, he had a small idea about her house. Clearly, she was from some affluence, something he surmised after asking her about those arm bands after the fact. Unfortunately, he's not even sure what happened to his, or anyone's for that matter. Come to think of it, that whole situation distracted him from the real reason he even had her number: inquiring about what was amiss a couple of days ago. That was kind of inconsiderate in hindsight not to follow up that whole situation, but given what happened during rehearsals that night, Renzo's mind was far from clear-headed. No matter the case, he would still find a way to beat himself up in the confines of his mind.