Wheeling Gull Isle You are the bounce in my step, the burst of blood in my chest

you don't, he replied. maybe if he were better at lying he would've pretended that they had been briefly introduced at a coworker's mixer, or whatever the canine equivalent of that was. i'm not looking for trouble, though.

well. he had to get this over with sooner or later, and if reverie had done something horrible and contemptible, he figured he'd rather deal with it ummmm, now. reverie sent me.