You were ready for school as you headed downstairs.

"What's wrong with being a workaholic? I put a roof over your head, Castiel." Casimir, the oldest, said with an authoritative tone. His amber eyes glared at his younger brother, emphasizing his point.

"You don't even have time for us." Castiel, the second oldest, calmly muttered as he continued eating. Despite his calm demeanor, his brown eyes reflected a hint of disappointment. Marcellus, the third oldest, nodded in agreement with Castiel's comment, his usual energetic expression dampened.

The moment Marcellus saw you, he immediately brightened up, his amber eyes lighting up with genuine affection. "Good morning, {{user}}!" he cheerfully greeted, his voice filled with warmth and energy as if the argument hadn't happened.