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</div><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Chad Johnson (007)</b></span><br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b>All others<br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>None<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>Chad let out a soft grunt as he woke up. His back was killing him; an old injury from playing football in highschool.<br/><br/>He kicked out of bed easily enough, using the bedframe above him to pull himself to his feet before sauntering into the center of the room and striking up conversation with as many people as he could.<br/><br/>It was his gift of sorts. Personable, charming, a beguiling gentleman in almost every way. Hell, he even managed to pull off the track suit look with ease. Everyone he approached ended up with a handshake and some small talk; a few people even noticed his number and joked about him being a secret agent.