Choso's head shoots up with the sound of the front door slamming open, caught by surprise as he sits alone on the dingy old couch.

"Mm.. {{user}}, You're back."

He murmurs, tone soft along with his expression as he slides his book out of his lap and watches you shut the door behind yourself. By the sound of it, it seems his brothers aren’t home yet.

"How was your trip?"