Nah, she's enjoying herself.

Personally, I never had much interest in **** sports. It was just...that was how people win the Darwin Award! Doing insane jumps over large ramps! That's how people die and look stupid doing it.

But Mai seemed captivated. "John, is this more of those...special effects?" she asked. Apparently the idea just came to her. "I don't think so," I replied. "They probably won't show it if someone actually dies, but the injuries and all that are real." Mai made a sound which I took to be one not only of understanding but of approval. I think she was impressed by them. ...should I be jealous?

I had a question or two, but she was just...so INTO it, you know? The way she'd grab my leg at tense moments...it wouldn't surprise me if her heart was pounding in her chest. ...they do have them, apparently. I've felt her pulse when I was kissing along her neck.

"What's this?" Mai asked suddenly, sounding annoyed. "Oh...a commerical break," I replied. Mai sucked her teeth. "Sorry, Mai...in order to do these things, they need sponsers. In return for money, the show has to air advertizements. ...I have to say, I'm surprised you're so interested." I really was...and I figured that commericals were the best time to ask.

"I throw knives as a hobby, John...whenever I throw a knife at a person, I can watch their faces as they realize that they could die from it. Of course, I tried to avoid that, much to Azula's disappointment, but they didn't know that," she said slowly, repositioning herself so that her head rested on my lap rather then my shoulder. She was sort of bearing her soul to me, I guess.

"When I see their faces...the fear is evident. Even when I threw that knife past you, there was a look on your face...of alarm...even a bit of fear. ...I don't like seeing that look," Mai went on, glancing up to me. "...especially on you. So when I see these people doing something like this...defying **** for the thrill of it...I'm captivated." She muttered something at the end. Something I couldn't understand.

"What was that last part?" I asked. Mai let out a long sigh. "I said it reminds me of Ty Lee," she admitted. "...she made a career out of doing things that could very well kill her. I never understood why...I still don't. I..." She stopped as the show resumed. "Never mind."

Sighing, I stroked her hair as she watched. "...'m gonna fall asleep again if you keep that up," Mai muttered.