rebel just for kicks

Score one for Daisy. Struck dumb, the other girl could only gape and sputter. "I, uh, I'm not anything all that special, I..." Oh no, no honey! Internally horrified, she tried to maintain her cool facade. Surely this girl could see how special was, and how gorgeous? Slowly, she would rise into a sitting pose. Scrutinizing the other girl, she wondered if she was being serious. Perhaps she had just been caught off guard too? Like she had been, when the woman with the sky in her pelt had flirted so expertly with her.

"Uhm, I'm Maple," Nope, that was a very confused, flabbergasted introduction. Oh boy. Cue rescue. Slowly, as though approaching a frightened child, she rose to her feet. No lounging today, this was serious. Maple was in need of affection, obviously. Positive attention. A cocksure grin would slide easily onto her face. ”Well, Maple,” she drawled, sauntering a little closer. Time to go in for the kill.”my name's Daisy, and I think you're one of the prettiest little things I've ever seen.” A tiny wink, tossed out like roses to a matador. ”Anyone who thinks otherwise is either blind or a liar.” It was honest, despite the method of delivery.