Hey, bro, do you think you can put Shorty back on her chain? I stepped forward with my hands on my hips, only slightly intimidated to find Kaleb almost eye level with me when he was seated and I was standing. First of all, no one is the boss of me but me. Secondly, if you ever reference my 'chain' again, I will kick your ass. I jabbed him hard in the chest with my finger. Possibly breaking it. And thirdly, don't call me Shorty. Kaleb sat silently for a second, his eyes wide as he looked at Michael. Where did you get her? Can you get me one? I blew out a loud, frustrated sigh and dropped down beside Michael, who didn't even try to hide his smile. You should probably apologize to Emerson. I am sorry. Kaleb grinned at me. Sorry I didn't meet you first.