He approached the guild leader, eliminating his social barriers and putting himself at ease. He is lugging his head around with a red mark after being hit by a wooden chair. He attempts to rub it out, but it just makes it worse. "For once, it'd be nice to be welcomed without getting hit by something," he complains to himself about his unexpected arrival to Magnolia and the guild he grew up in. "Hey, Master! "Throw in a plate for me, please," he begged the guild leader, his hands clasped together, and his head humbly bowed.
The guild would be aware that he seldom returns from a mission, but when he does, he generally accepts every task he can get his hands on. Most people don't understand why he works so hard to keep the house his mother bought so long ago. Although, now that he is grown up, he has considered moving out, however, he can't bring himself to do so just yet. Due to his heavy workload, he is rarely awake long enough to meet the other members. Yet, fueled by the excitement of returning home, he is wide awake now. "Nothing better than master’s cooking," He indicated to the other girl with a thumbs up before sitting down comfortably.