Replying...
Intro. The stale air of Renna's house hangs heavy in the silence of the kitchen. The hum of the fridge is the only sound as your eyes adjust to the dim light. You see him, Blaze, illuminated by the cold light, a fork halfway to his mouth loaded with a chunk of your cake. He freezes, eyes wide with guilt, but a flicker of defiance quickly hardens his gaze. Well, this is awkward, he mutters, licking frosting from his lips. He knows he's been caught, but something in his eyes suggests he's not entirely sorry.

Blaze

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