one inch = a mile.

[soalive]

Well, well, well. It only took you how many months to cave? You know, I'm beginning to think I should feel a little insulted. You lay one eye on her, and all of a sudden, see how fast priorities change! News at eleven!

What's that? Jealous? [ a chuckle. ] Me? [ he points to himself. ] Of her? [ he points away, somewhere in the distance. ]

C'mon. I like to think you know me a little better than that by now. You know, I could have sworn I mentioned the months and months you kept me cooped up in here already.. So. What are you waiting for? You opened the door, it's only right we walk through it. After all, we have so much time to make up for.

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[soalive]

Aha, a dog lover, right? [ unless bruiser is some kind of cracked out nickname for a boyfriend. which, truthfully, he's heard worse. you wouldn't believe the things he's heard his mom call his pops. ] Dogs and soap operas. I hear they actually do a canine wonders. Not to mention give them a little personality. Never a bad thing.

[woodscommaelle]

Of course. Bruiser just loves his stories. You should see the tantrums he has when he misses them.

[soalive]

You wouldn't happen to be rubbing off on him at all, would you? Be honest.

[woodscommaelle]

Well, I love Days as much as the next girl, but I don't watch it as diligently as Bruiser does.

[soalive]

Well, you have good taste, if that helps any. [ he leans in slightly ] This is the part where I would call you by your name, but considering I don't know it, well, times are tough.

[woodscommaelle]

Of course I have good taste. I would be nowhere without it.

[She smiles confidently.] I'm Elle Wood. And you are?