Zane yelped as the dog came through and jumped behind Ami and clung to her. Burying his head in her back and closing his eyes. Ami looked over to Brax for help and he walked over. Whispering something in Zane's ear before making him stand up and walk with him to the room Brax would share with Addilyn and the others. Amika sighed and looked to Addilyn with worry. "Oh shoot, I forgot about that. Though I didn't realize there was a dog here either. My fault. Dang it." Addilyn ran a hand through her black hair, thinking. "We'll just have to keep Zane in the room. He'll be fine." Amika's voice was confident, she knew that Zane was stronger than he looked though he definitely was terrified of dogs. Any person could see that.

Michael rubbed Strikes head, "Nah it's fine. I'll keep him in the laundry room, or the backyard. His food is already in there, so it will be fine." Michael whistled to his dog, and woh one last lick planted firmly, he went off to the laundry room.

Addilyn couldn't help but smile, personally she had always been a dog lover though never had one in her life. Plus, horses were better. "Thanks, Zane has had problems with dogs in the past though he doesn't tell anyone what happened so we don't really know. Anyways, his name is Strike right?He's a pretty loyal dog huh?" Addilyn was always curious about everything, and if she trusted you she would ask the questions on her her mind. So, this meant that she trusted Michael enough to honestly answer her questions.

"Yeah. Strike. I've raised him from a pup, and he is like Alexandria's service dog, when he is not on duty with me. I didn't trust the other dogs there like Strike, so I brought him in and forged K-9 training papers. They think he was trained at some prestigious place, but really, it was in our backyard." Michael smiled at fond memories of his pal.

Addilyn knew how the K-9 program worked in the city of New York. She had been tempted to join the program and get assigned a dog of her own once she got old enough to. Forging papers for a dog was practically unheard of since the dog eventually showed signs that he never really had been trained for the job. If Michael had been going in for this long with forged papers he must've done some actual training with Strike. "That's sweet I guess. At least you get to work with a dog you trust. So did you go through training? Or did you forge some papers for that too?"

Michael raised an eyebrow, "Course it was forged papers. That showed that I trained with the working dogs, and true rest you do at the station. No way would I spend money to do something I know how to do," He said dismissively.

Addilyn smirked, this guy was sorta cocky, and slightly annoying with his flirtatiousness and stuff of the sort. But it was obvious that when he got to something he enjoyed talking about he could be good to talk to. "Those are some interesting crimes. Especially to get into a job that puts others in jail for doing that sort of thing. I don't know whether to count that as bold or stupid. Guess I'll find out sooner or later."

"We will see. Anyways, what are your names? You know I'm Michael, and my sister is Alexandria, but I have no clue who I invited into my home," he said with a firm voice, all playfulness gone.

Noticing this change in tone, her smirk disappeared immediately. "I'm Addilyn, the blonde girl is Amika, the big burly dude who annoys everyone is Al, the young boy is Zane, Brax is the quiet strong guy. Kaitlyn is the doctor with rainbow hair. And the child in the wheelchair is Aloe. The others I have no right to introduce. I just recently met some of them and the other is perfectly capable of introducing himself without me." That was the end of that obviously.

Rainbow noticed this introduction, and began, "I'm Rainbow, pronouns they and their," Their eyes were piercing, until he saw that Michael had no issue with this, and calmed, "Ribs is over there, by the door, and Alull Crusher just left." Michael paled obviously at the name, "Kidding, kidding. His name is Jason."