The Moonwalkers

Meeting in Chris's room

Charlie
Charlene and I made our way to Chris's room as soon as we were done cleaning up. Our friend didn't help, stormed off as soon as he was done with his meal. Probably afraid of the lecture he might have if he stayed.
I'm just surprised that Mom didn't look pissed. Neither did Dad.
Chris's door was open so the two of us just waltzed in while he was still in the middle of cleaning up shed hair.
"So, did you get your answer?" I asked, crossing my arms as I stood by the door.
"Don't act like you guys weren't onboard with it," Chris pointed out.
That's actually true, the two of us actually agreed to his plan.
"I know," I chuckled. "That's why we're here to help you."
Chris looked at us in surprise. "No need." He shook his head. "I'm almost done with it."
"Come on, Chris," Charlene sighed, holding out the plastic bag that she brought. "Here, put the hair in here. We can throw it out."
"Fine," Chris frowned and brought the dustpan to her, dumping all the hair into it. "Why do we have carpeted floors anyway? It's so hard to clean..."
"Well, to look nice, I guess," Charlene added. "It's okay if there's still some stuck, we can vacuum them up later."
Chris nodded. "Fine. Did he say anything?"
"Dad?" I asked, earning a nod. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. He just asked if he passed the test and we said he did."
"Well, he did look kinda scared, but I guess he did a good job holding it back instead of screaming his lungs out," Chris added. "Maybe he's right, he isn't reacting that way now since he knows we aren't gonna attack him and that we're still ourselves despite how we look."
Charlene nodded. "Yeah. Or else why did he cancel that divorce?"
I groaned. That was the most agonising months we've ever been through. Mom was so broken too, and it took a toll on us too. I'm not sure what Dad had been doing that time, but I'm assuming it's not something good.
I'm really hoping that he would make up for it. The way he treated Mom...
I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking about that now. It's all in the past, he came to see that his actions were all wrong. Dad knows that the way he treated Mom was unfair. And I hope he makes up for it.
I jumped slightly when I spotted Dad entering the room as Chris tried to pick at the last bit of hair stuck to the carpet. The three of us just exchanged glances, Chris taking a break from cleaning as well.
"So, uh... about what happened today..." Dad began, looking rather nervous as he spoke. "I'm not blaming you for it, not one bit, because I can kinda tell how you felt before I came to know about... you know..."
"About our beast blood? Sure," Chris shrugged, crouching to continue sweeping again.
Dad shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I meant your werewolf heritage. I know you guys aren't beasts in any form. It's just your appearance that changes, together with your abilities."
Charlene smiled, nodding slightly. "Nice."
"I know, I can be cowardly sometimes, maybe I might scream when I see you guys loitering around as werewolves, but I know that you're still you, okay?" Dad went on. "So I don't want any of you feeling as though you don't belong. I don't want you feeling any different being here."
I nodded. "Alright. Because when the moon's waxing, we might loiter around as werewolves for no reason. Because it will be harder to keep Wolfie in."
Dad frowned, nodding understandingly. "I'm wondering now, how did you guys not break character before?"
I shrugged. "Don't ask me, I'm new to this stuff too. This is actually my first time stepping in here as a werewolf, actually."
"No, you were born one, you just finally reached the age you can transform," Charlene added. She turned to Dad. "Also, yeah, it was so hard. It led to some... consequences."
"I see," Dad sighed. "So, please don't feel afraid, okay?" He turned to Chris. "And Chris? You still look goofy as a werewolf."
That made Chris smirk. It made Charlene chuckle, and made me burst into laughter.
"Yeah, it's true, Chris looks so funny even as a werewolf," I added. "Just like when he's in human form."
Chris frowned when he got up to look at me, looking a little hurt. "So you're saying that I'm ugly?"
What?! "No!" I exclaimed. "That's not what I meant. Hey, you have this same face." I pointed at my own face. "We all do."
"Me included," Dad piped up, smiling. "Well, you guys do look more like Mom, but you do have some of me."
That's actually true. We have the same nose.
"Speaking of Mom, where is she?" Charlene asked. "Because she's nowhere to be seen."
"She's downstairs, watching the news," Dad said. "The morning news. By the way, I actually came here to ask. What do you guys want for lunch?"
The three of us frowned at each other and Chris went back to picking at the fallen hair. Charlene and I turned to Dad and shrugged.
"I'm not sure," Charlene said. "Ask Charlie."
Why me? I groaned and turned to her.
"Why do you always ask me?" I sighed as I turned to Dad. "What did Mom say? Did she give any suggestions?"
Dad shook his head. "Nope, she didn't. You guys wanna discuss about it?"
"I'm in the middle of something, take these two with you," Chris said, still cleaning the hair.
I rolled my eyes and got down beside him. "Taking you forever to just clean this?"
Chris frowned as he watched me sweep up the fur with ease. There was a certain angle for when it's stuck in carpet. I gathered everything from the brush and dumped it into the bag that Charlene was carrying before leaving the room. The rest followed.
Mom was downstairs, watching the news.
"So what's for lunch?" I asked as I sat myself down on the loveseat.
Mom turned to me and shrugged. "You tell me."
I groaned. "Mom..."
"Fine, wanna go for Japanese food?" Mom suggested. "Or Korean?"
"How about Chinese?" Chris suggested. "Or something else like Indian food."
"You don't like Korean food?" Charlene piped up.
Chris shrugged. "I do, but I have no clue what to order since I don't even understand half of what's written on the menu."
"That's okay, I'll help," Charlene grinned.
Looks like someone favours Korean food.
"Sure, then Korean food?" Dad chimed in, plopping down beside Mom.
Mom nodded. "Sounds good to me."