Claude raced to the room he shared with Eugene. When the door opened, his lips curled up in a smile. Charles sat on his bed, simply flipping through a Composition text book lying around. With a flinch, Charles turned to find Claude by the door. The grandson broke into a wider smile before entering the room.
The grandson closed the door behind him before joining Charles on the bed. "Grandpa! You endured two hours of bus travel to see me? Did something happen?"
"I can feel it when you're in trouble. I came to check up on you." Charles snorted, putting the book down. However, he knew why Claude would even frown in his direction. The old wolf scratched his head. "I should brush up on my lying skills. I used to trick even Gunther, mind you."
"Just because you're fibbing doesn't mean I can't tell…" Claude pouted. "If you talk too seriously, it makes me suspicious of you."
