Kento
Sleeping in the corner of the Guilds main area, a little bit away from the notice board, upon a rickety old bench, was the young man known as Kento. He didn't really have a home outside the guild so the Master had been kind enough to let him live there for... well, quite literally as long as he could remember. Yes, he had amnesia, no he still hadn't remember, yes it was very annoying, no he did NOT feel like talking about it... actually he didn't much feel like talking about anything. He was asleep after all. Key word: WAS, a loud thud from near the Guilds entrance startled him and abruptly awoke him from his fairly comfortable slumber.
"Gah!" Kento shot up from the bench and quickly lost his balance, slipping to the left and falling off, making his own dull thud as he pounded against the floor. He then let out two loud groans, one for the fact that he had fallen asleep on a bench.... and nobody had woken him up... again... the second, because he had hit his head... hard. As he gathered himself and stood up, he saw familiar faces and heard familiar voices as he quickly came to terms with who exactly had woken him up. "Of course!..." He let out a complaint from his fairly loud voice. "The two Lualdis, a hint of sarcasm and extreme levels of clumsiness oh and look, Blind Irons here too! Not to mention a whole lot of ignorance for disturbing my sleep, honestly Isako, at least try to warn your brother about these things beforehand yeah? He woke me up and... let's be honest... he isn't going to notice it by himself. Plus, even though Blind Iron here's getting better at moving his way around, doesn't mean he has the magical ability to sense Shibuyas sprawled out body." Kento furiously rubbed the sleep from his eyes approached the board that Isako was so carefully examining and quickly grabbed and took the first job request he saw before shoving it into his pocket. It didn't appear he had even bothered to read it. Kento would often do this, take random jobs, shoving them into his pocket to be read and completed later on in the day.
Damien then arrived and Kento simply shrugged him off with a slight nod and a quick. "G'morning Psychopath."
Then, as if it was all part of a terrible routine, (because it kind of was) he sat at a random table and unleashed a semi-loud cry from his lungs. "Soran, breakfast would be good, yeah? Thanks!" A grumpy and tired tone being the one in which he spoke these words.
Soran
Soran slowly approached the large building of the Fairy Tail guild, his typical casual wear on and his signature satchel tossed over his shoulder. He went in through a back entrance, one of those side doors that lead straight into the kitchens, he quickly set his things down and set out to work, quietly setting out various pots and pans needed to prepare breakfast for whomever wanted it. This was his routine every morning, no exciting adventure, no special journey or exploration to be had, just... cooking. Now, don't get me wrong he loved cooking, but the cry for adventure and the lust for excitement was really starting to get to him. He felt that if things continued at that rate he migh-
"Soran, breakfast would be good, yeah? Thanks!"
Like a horrid alarm clock set to break his chain of thought, Kentos voice rang through Sorans ears. In response to this, Soran walked out into the main area.
"Yes Kento, I know, we do this every morning you don't need to keep reminding me. Now how do you want you... Oh." Soran froze for a moment as he noticed everyone else, feeling slightly awkward for some reason as he did so. "Ehm, sorry everyone, I didn't even realise you were here..." Soran scratched the back of his head and cracked an awkward smile. "Well either way... I don't suppose you guys are hungry?"