Four Eyes, his face framed by the light filtering in from the window, simply nodded, the corners of his lips tugging into a fatherly smile. "We are family, Ren," he replied, his voice deep and resonant.
Fatty, always eager to contribute to the conversation, chimed in, "He's like a father to all of us! No one can care like he does. That crocodile blood... it's phenomenal!" His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, recalling the events with a hint of nostalgia.
Chatty, feeling empowered from the warm exchange, added, "Yeah! At first, I thought applying that crocodile blood was disgusting. But after hearing everyone rave about how it alleviated their pain, I had to try it! It was truly magical!" The memory of relief washed over Chatty, a reminder of the miracle in their darkest times.
"I still have some leftovers," Four Eyes mentioned casually, "It's in my backpack." His voice exuded pride as if sharing a secret treasure.