He slowed to a walk as he finally reached the house's crooked picket fence, the old white paint scuffed and peeling. A large, old rottweiler was lying in front of the gate, its dark fur blending with the shadows cast by the streetlamp just outside its home. Upon seeing Kaz it got to its feet, barking a few times as it trotted over to him. Kaz grinned, crouching down to pet it while it tried to lick his face. "Hey, Mocha," he laughed, patting its head before standing up again. Carefully, he unlocked the rusted iron gate and walked through it, the large dog chasing after him happily as he walked across the overgrown walkway up to the house. He brushed aside a large sunflower before walking up the steps, knocking on the door a couple times with one hand while the other scratched behind Mocha's ear.

"Coming!" came a voice, muffled through the walls of the dull red home. There was a sound of footsteps, and Atticus peeked out from behind the door. His coffee-colored eyes widened at the sight of Kaz, and he shut the door for a moment to unlatch it before opening it all the way.

"Hey, amigo! Sorry again for taking forever. You want coffee or something? I've already got a pot going," he rambled on excitedly, grinning as he wandered over to the kitchen. Kaz shut the door quietly behind him, Mocha barging past to climb into one of the old recliners in the messy living room. He followed Atticus into the kitchen, treading carefully so as to avoid accidentally tripping over one of the Morales' many dogs. Atticus was humming to himself as he poured a cup of coffee, setting the half-full pot back in the coffee maker as he turned to Kaz. "Help yourself, man. Least I can do for leaving you out in the rain," he said, gesturing to the coffee.

"Thanks, man. It's colder than my aunt's soul out there, and I'm pretty sure the storm is following me," Kaz chuckled, grabbing the mug Atticus had already set out for him while the other boy tried not to snort into his drink.

"Dude, if your aunt could hear you right now, you would so be getting your ass beat," he chuckled while Kaz poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Oh, don't worry about her. She can't do shit to me without the press on her ass," Kaz laughed, setting his mug down to reach into the fridge for the small bottle of creamer Atticus usually kept for him. He dumped a generous amount of the pale liquid into his coffee before setting it back in the fridge, grabbing a spoon and stirring it before tossing it in the sink. Atticus sighed, shaking his head even as he smiled.

"Man, what's she gonna do when you ditch us for the army in a year or two? She'll probably have interviews up to her giant, plastic boobs," he giggled, laughing as he gestured to his chest while almost spilling his coffee. Kaz snorted, hitting Atticus's arm jokingly as he tried not to choke on his drink.

"Dude, they're probably so big because she goes around stealing people's tits. Hell, I bet she's got yours in there somewhere," he giggled while Atticus burst into a fit of loud laughter.

"Hey man, she can keep them. Boobs are the worst anyways," he managed between giggles as Kaz tried not to dump his coffee everywhere laughing.