"I love you, too."
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We approached a house after walking for about an hour or so. A tropical orange hybrid opened the door after my mom knocked. He exclaimed,
"Hey, Victoria! Long time no see."
"Hello, Tropic! It's good to see you agai-"
Mom's sentence was cut short by a multicolored ball of energy barreling out the wooden door. I dug my face into Momma's side, careful not to poke her with my horns, and tightening my grip on her. I felt a finger touch my horns, and a girl's voice shout,
"Ha! I'm taller than youuuu!"
I felt my mom laugh, and she greeted,
"Hello, Mango."
"Hi!"
I wrapped a tail around my mom's leg out of habit, and clung to her tighter. The girl named Mango frowned,
"Awe, don't be sad.. it's okay to be short!"
My mother explained,
"Blaze, it's okay! This is Mango."
Mango repeated,
"Hello!"
I saw nothing but black, as my face was still buried into Victoria's side. I heard her say,
"Mango, this is my son, Blaze."
"Hi, Blaze!"
I greeted back, but muffled out instead,
"H-hewo-"
The man ahead of us, who I assume was Mr. Bianchi, finally asked,
"Well, care to come inside?"
"Oh, sure! Thank you."
As my mom walked inside, I side-stepped along with her, entering the new environment. The way my feet moved, it was a rhythm. Every step she took was every shuffle for me. I didn't want to go. I was too scared. I heard footsteps run up a flight of stairs, and heard Mango shout,
"MANDARIN!!"
I flinched at the sudden noise. My mom explained,
"Blaze, Mango's going to be one of your new groupmates! And so will Mandarin in a few years."
I looked up, and saw Mr. Bianchi's surprised face. He lipped,
"You're moving?"
Momma nodded. Mango's dad saw my face, and gently waved and smiled. I smiled back. I suddenly clawed at my mom's side when Mango sped back down the stairs, dragging her brother in by the arm. She introduced,
"This is my brother. Don't worry, he's also short!"
She wore what seemed to be a permanent smile. It was so constant that it almost seemed fake. She was so positive and chaotic, but seemed calming at the same time. Mandarin waved and muttered,
"Hi, I'm-"
Mango cut him off, introducing for him,
"His name is Mandarin."
She then gave a mischievous look towards Mandarin, who let out a huff of annoyance. He lightly shoved her, which in return Mango pushed him to the ground. I heard Mr. Bianchi sigh, clearly a bit displeased with the way they were acting with company over at the house. Mandarin stood back up, glaring at Mango. Mom then suggested,
"How about you three get to know each other upstairs while me and Mr. Bianchi have a chance to catch up?"
A nervous, sinking feeling in my stomach took over my body. I stuttered,
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