Already Bunta misses Jackal helping him carry groceries. He definitely didn't think through the journey back before finishing checkout. It's taken a couple of short rest stops, but he is, finally, home and loaded like a pack mule everywhere but his wallet. A minute of wrestling with the front door and he nudges it open with his knee to squeeze inside and slip off his shoes.

"Tadaima," he calls at a volume respectful of the potential for sleeping babies. Eyes and ears are already taking in the scene. Keita not in the living room, quiet upstairs, baby carrier on table-- whoa. Mess on the floor. That's not good. And it's faint, but he can hear remnants of Keita's sniffling and hitches beyond the back door. More in proximity, Himawari sounds on the brink of a fuss. Better get the groceries set down-- floor by the stairs works for now. He walks towards the back door.

Just outside it, Keita nods at Yukimura's question.

"I need a bath."

And, without further thought or explanation, sheds the entirety of his lower half attire in one pull and shimmy-out, leaving them in a wet wad on the ground as he heads barebottomed back inside.

"Daddy!"

Bunta takes one look at Keita and blinks. "Where are your pants?"