"Where's my father?" Justice asked Xavier and vale, when they were in the kitchen, eating stale bread and out-of-date moomilk from the pantry. They have no choice for now.
"He was gone with Henry and Arthur, your father thinks that he knows where Javier was." Said Xavier, he winced at how Justice could easily eat the food. "You know what, for royalty, you do have a strong stomach. How could you eat this food?"
Shrugged his shoulder. Justice shows him the stale bread, "If you tear the bad one, you can still eat the rest of it."
"I'm gonna pass, thank you," Xavier said to Justice with a grimace.
"And for a werewolf, you really are a picky eater, privilege *sshole." Muttered Justice while he enjoyed the food.
Vale's eyes never go away from Justice. "Do you really heal already? Are you sure?"
