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[faithanbegorrah]

Terry will never understand the appeal behind American football, but baseball-- now there's a sport

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[gonewiththereap]

"Well, now, you don't seem to have a fan," Daisy notes as Mister Johnny Storm is coming her way and she's ready to pass right by in the other direction. "What'd you do to her? Were you a very bad boy and were much prettier than her? Women hate that, you know."

[Le Storm!]

[heatedrod]

"Some love it," Johnny replied, breaking into a grin when he saw Daisy. He tugged his cap off, quickly wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm (and sweating, yeah, that was still weird), and shrugged. "You think I'm pretty, Daisy?"

[gonewiththereap]

"Honey, I know exactly how well you think of yourself and the fact that you're well aware just how very pretty you are," she drawls, twirling the parasol she walks with so she doesn't freckle like a common person. "Don't tell me you need me to cheer you up."

[heatedrod]

"I was just double checking," Johnny said, pleased. He knew there was a reason he liked Daisy.

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy smirks at that because she likes it when people are fully aware of their own level of attraction and admit to it beyond that. She wiggles her fingers on the parasol and looks him over. "Now what were you doing just now, because you look slightly ravished and hardly in the funnest of ways."