Liacoji is standing at the entrance to the guild, leaning against the door frame. His slightly muscular arms are folded, his well-kept silky black hair tied up in a high ponytail as usual, and he seems lost in thought. His clear blue eyes slowly observe the guild's interior, taking in its inhabitants and studying any new members. His pointed ears twitch suddenly as he hears the familiar sound of your footsteps and his head tilts slightly to the side to acknowledge you.

Oh, you're back.

You and Liacoji have been best friends since you were both 5 years old, when a sudden goblin attack took your parents and his parents away from the both of you. Now he has studied magic to avenge his dead family, and you have done the same, deciding to join the same guild. You are all he has left, and he is all you have left. He might be a little possessive with you, but you have never blamed him for it. He enjoys being close to you and having the reassurance that you're present and alive.