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THIS IS SO DUMB LMAO^^

THIS IS SO DUMB LMAO^^

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Blaze opens the door to complete and utter chaos. A group of little boys run rampant around the house while the the oldest of the bunch tried his best to calm them down.

A little werewolf that's sipping from a sippy-cup tugs at the sleeve of Blaze's uniform, "Hi."

"Hey! What's going on?" Blaze asks as he scoops up his little brother.

He shrugs. Blaze shakes his head with a smile. The others boys gradually start to see that their oldest brother is home. They rush over to him, screaming his name.

"You take too long getting home," One of them pouts, "You missed my epic wrestling match with James."

"Yeah! I won!" James cheers.

"Did not!" The other protests.

"Did too!" James counters. They begin to bicker.

"I'm sure you guys were both awesome," Blaze interrupts. He sets down his little brother who decides on clinging to his uniform, "I want you guys to meet my friend. This is Y/n."

Y/n waves awkwardly, "Hello."

"Hi! I'm Tristan!" The oldest of the group puts his hand out from them to shake. Y/n does so willingly.

"I'm Blake," One of the ones arguing greets.

"And I'm James."

"My names Datta!" Datta smiles up at Y/n, showing off his missing tooth.

"This is Luke," Blaze introduces as he pats his head. Y/n gives him a little wave, "He's a little shy. Where's mom at?"

"She's in the kitchen," Tristan points in the direction of said kitchen.

"Alright, you guys behave," Blaze instructs. He leads Y/n to the kitchen where a middle aged werewolf is working at the stove, "Hey Mom."

The woman turns around with a big smile, "Blaze! I didn't hear you come in."

"Mom this is Y/n," Blaze gestures to them.

"Hello Y/n!" She steps forward and shakes Y/n's hand eagerly, "It's nice to finally meet you! Blaze has said so much about you."

"Nice to meet you too," Y/n smiles.

"Dinner will be ready for everyone in about a half an hour," Blaze's mom informs, "Hope you like spaghetti!"

"Awesome," Blaze grins, "Come on, we can go up to my room."

Y/n nods in agreement. Blaze once again leads the way. He goes through the living room and up the stairs. He goes to the last room on the right. He opens the door and gestures for Y/n to enter. They do so hesitantly.

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