[He wasn't a bad kisser himself, for a dad--little taken of guard, of course, and let's be real, Daisy was still definitely the driving force behind the contact--but he was kissing her back.
Never let it be said that Daisy isn't without some measure of mercy, however, and she doesn't draw it out too much. She eases back with a quiet little hum and a pleased smile on her lips and runs her fingertips lightly through the stiff hair on Hank's cheek and jaw.]
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Never let it be said that Daisy isn't without some measure of mercy, however, and she doesn't draw it out too much. She eases back with a quiet little hum and a pleased smile on her lips and runs her fingertips lightly through the stiff hair on Hank's cheek and jaw.]
Hey. I'm Daisy. Nice beard.