"Mom? Dad?" Dynamite calls out, knocking against his front door once more. No answer. His paws move to anxiously grasp and knead at his fuse, a tactic that does little to calm him down, looking around his front lawn for... really anything that could help him in this scenario.

He huffs, turning and beginning to walk down the street once more. His parents had never been.... the greatest, but, I mean, this was the third time this week they locked him out! He didn't even do anything this time, not like they ever gave him any attention anyways. He debates heading over to Mushroom's house, but he really doesn't want to bother her or her family again.

Sighing, he sulks over to your patio, stepping up and delivering three quick knocks to it. Eventually, you open it, looking at him quizzically. It's nearly sundown, you expected him to be at home by now. He looks... down, upset and tired, unlike his usual excitable self.

"Um. Hey. Do you think I could crash at your place for the night? They're... not answering the door."