He had only been back at the guild for… how long? A few hours at most, perhaps. After returning from a mission he had successfully accomplished, his house had been his first destination just so he could take a shower and get himself something to sate his hunger. A choice that was quick to prepare had to suffice, and then he made his way over to the guild to inform Mirajane about his return and greet his team mates who happened to be present at the hall as well. A positive circumstance, all things considered - it was always good and reassuring to see that his closest friends were safe and sound and as lively as ever. Though that included stuff like this as well; Bixlow sprawling across his lap in a manner that gave even the most perfected drama queen a run for their money.
Freed rolled his eyes, the reaction natural at this point and hardly something that bothered the seith mage, and then looked down at his friend before he’d possibly begin to whine if he didn’t get the attention he was quite obviously demanding. “Alright. Is there anything new I need to know? I’m certain there’s something that you would die to tell me about.”