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</div><br/><b>Name: </b>Terrence "Terry" Howell<br/><b>Age:</b>29<br/><b>Sexuality: </b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Queens, New York<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Wednesday, 7 July | Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen -> Backyard tables<br/><b>Wearing: </b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Single<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Val<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a>| Claire<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>He watched the small exchange between the two women and Terrence couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow. As they conversed, trying to figure out who would end up with him, Terrence pulled the sunglasses off the top of his head and neatly tucked it into the collar of his shirt so that it would hang vertically over his chest. He then clasped his hands at his front, feet spread only slightly, relaxed as he watched.<br/><br/>As Claire left to do some yoga, that caused another eyebrow to quirk. He won’t lie, yoga pants on a woman were for sure a weakness for the hulking man, but he would keep it cool. He nodded in her direction, offering her a small sideways smile, “I look forward to any conversation we might have. Have a good workout.”<br/><br/>He then turned to Valerie and his grin widened to full teeth exposure. While he wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to be stuck with him, he couldn’t help but feel the infectious chuckle she gave. Terrence would offer her an arm to place a hand on as a gentleman of olde, escorting a lady to a bountiful meal and pleasant company. If she took it, he’d indeed escort her to the tables outside, though not before grabbing a large plate filled with a little bit of everything available for this breakfast, handling it like a waiter ready to serve. “Shall we be off then?” He’d say, his voice deep and gentle.<br/><br/>When they reached the tables, whether or not she took the offer for his arm, after placing the plate down at the center of the table, he’d then use that same hand to pull out one of the chairs and offer it to her to sit, gently pushing it in a bit closer if she did. Terry then placed himself on the seat across the way, giving her a genuine grin before pouring himself some orange juice from the pitcher, offering her some if she’d like as well. “So, Val, tell me, how’s life been in the villa for you? From what I saw, you were very quick to bag a guy. That’s quite a feat for a newcomer on a show like this,” he nodded, impressed. “He been treating you right?” His question was spoken with sincerity, not as a creepy guy trying to spot an opportunity to jump in the middle of a failed relationship.