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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa bar<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Devil outfit<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Arisa (<a class="username" data-user-id="7735" data-username="Mika-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7735/">Mika-chan</a>),<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't think anyone was ready for this kind of limelight"</span> Marcus added, thinking about all that occurred both yesterday and today... So many things happened and it was not even a full day. It made him wonder about the capability of human endeavors and capabilities to adapt to any new situation. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"A lot changed since yesterday, and yet, somehow it all continued as if nothing happened. I wonder... will this experience change me as well..."</span> He spoke, trailing off at the end, looking down at his glass <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I wonder if by the end I'll be the same man as I was yesterday, or if I will view people as I did before. You must understand, some things in my life made me a bit more cynical than they should have. Granted, I met new people here, good people too, aber (but) I think I want to be just a bit more trusting than I am."<br/>
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"You know, Fräulein (Miss), I don't think you are trailing behind, that we are trailing behind... not a lot I think."</span> He chuckled and shifted on his spot, still sipping at his juice <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"For all I know, only one couple had their own moment, though I think more will follow. Blame the mood for it."</span> It was a pleasant conversation, more so than he believed it would be. Of course, he never expected it to be unpleasant, but for someone he just met, the words had no trouble leaving his lips. That was, until she made her little request.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"A kiss?" </span>he parroted the word, pretending to be shocked at her request... though his expression did not hide his, quite obvious, tease about it. If he wasn't holding a glass so close to his lips, he would've feigned a gasp... by now, it was clear that his mood was rather high, the victory playing a significant part in it. But she was sincere, and he would not reject that request<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Natürlich (Of course)."</span> He smiled and leaned over the counter, waiting a moment for her to do the same before he pressed his lips gently against hers. They lingered like that for a heartbeat of two before he moved them slowly and deepened the kiss.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Cherries..." </span>He commented once they parted, though he was still close for a moment or two, smile ever-present.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "So before I go and change into something comfortable..."</span> he leaned again to speak softly<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "The costume is starting to enter where no patriotism should..." he leaned back and resumed his usual tone "If you could choose any guy, who would it be? Excluding myself."</span>​</div>