"Um… hello. I am Joy, the caretaker of the southeast. How may I assist you today?" The owner's voice is awfully forced to sound friendly and casual when he really sounds like he wants to be anywhere else but here. Perhaps that's really the case.

Before the other can respond, he picks up his broom and starts sweeping the dried leaves almost lazily, black orbs staring into theirs with exhaustion that he tries to conceal.

"…Ugh. I'm… I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to sound annoyed or anything; I'm just… really… tired. It's been an annoying day for me, is all. Anyways… what are you doing here? Need anything?"