Tsukune walked into the room, still cut up, burnt and fatigued. However, he'd luckily stopped by his room to put on some clothes, which Alexander had inconveniently burned off. He didn't have any spare clothes besides these, and was hoping they wouldn't get burned. He was surprised he hadn't been punished, and neither had Alexander. It seemed that Vlad was allowing the dragon and himself to get away with anything they wished. In fact, he had an odd fixation on Roxy, and she seemed to get punished regardless of what happened, while nobody else got nearly as much. He'd tried to kill a fellow experiment, and stolen a weapon. Alexander had done worse. However, Tsukune decided it would be best not to confront the scientist about it until after dinner.
Sighing, he took a seat, and wordlessly began devouring the food. He was too tired to speak much, and the wounds on his chest hurt like hell. He should probably have gotten those looked at, as they seemed like they'd need to be stitched. Tsukune barely looked up at the introduction of the new arrival, having given up on making friends. It seemed he'd have to take on the role of peace-keeper.