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"Hank Anderson. Not here. Leave a message or leave me the fuck alone."

[Ignore Hank's crankiness: muse and mun can be reached here. :P]

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[rising_tide]

[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.]

Hey. I'm Daisy. Nice beard.

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Hank...and...thanks?

[He's still touching her--hand on her hip, other in her hair, it slid through those soft strands at some point when he wasn't paying attention.

He is not disappointed that it ended so fast. He's not. In fact, he's going to just...]

...so, is that just how everyone says hello around here?

[...continue to talk to his sudden armful of borderline jailbait, apparently.]

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[Daisy can't think of many societies where one might go to jail for kissing an unmarried, almost 30-year-old woman, but they might exist. Who knows. Daisy just tilts her head, making absolutely no move, whatsoever, to extract herself.]

I don't know, Hank, has anyone else said hello to you that way?