After all, it had been quite some time since he had stepped foot in the Fairy Tail guild hall. Years. What was it now... 2? 3? Somewhere around there. The life of a wanderer was a fun one, but this was still Zane's home, even if it was one he had not been too. Standing outside the door to the building, the clouds began to cover up the afternoon sun as the blonde man took deep breaths, prepping himself. He could do this. This wasn't hard. He just had to go in: lots of people went in and out of their guild halls each and every day. This would be a piece of cake.
It wasn't a piece of cake. After 3 minutes of walking back and forth in front of the door, Zane took a brief pause to slap himself on the cheeks with his palms. This wasn't like him. The Zane he knew himself as was a coward, but certainly one who knew how to bluff! Maybe there were tons of people just past that door, all of which would think he was the coolest guy ever. All the new guildmates, and even some old ones, if any of the ones he knew had stuck around. "Alright, alright..."
Zane put his door on the handle, pushing it open without hesitation before he could change his mind again. He took a step in. He was here. It'd been a long time, but the hall was as lively as ever. That was to say that it was empty. "Oh." Zane figured this was sorta for the best. He had gotten over his fear of going in the hall, after all. Still, it woulda been nice to see someone... still, he figured it could come later. For now, he wanted to take a look around.
Walking through the main hall, Zane smiled as he ran his hands on the many tables that populated it. These always had a nice homey feel to him, one that a lot of newer tables couldn't replicate. He knew it was probably just because the guild was too poor to afford actual good tables, but it was charming nonetheless. Remembering that he used to cook here often, Zane's eyes wandered to the kitchen, his feet wanting to head in the same direction.
It seemed to him it hadn't been used for a bit. He didn't have any ingredients anyways. Still, this brought back some good memories. Sighing and smiling lightly to himself, Zane took out his notebook and sat on one of the wooden chairs at the table closest to the kitchen, on one of the chairs facing in the direction of the back of the guild rather than the front door. He grabbed his pen while he was at it, starting to write down details about the place as he would for everywhere else. This hall was about as close to perfect as an elephant is close to being small, but even after going away for so long it still felt like home.