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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, Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Tuesday, 6th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Beige shirt (as seen on the photo),<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2Fc1%2Fa4%2Fdd%2Fc1a4dd48c666370144b73fb971fa1bf2.jpg&amp;hash=35270e0e1aa83fb4b2263781fdce4898" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/c1/a4/dd/c1a4dd48c666370144b73fb971fa1bf2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">black jeans</a>, bare feet.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Hans (<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a>), Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Marcus nodded toward Hans. By any and all accounts, the man had it rough himself, and he didn't wish to reveal the part that Claire went to sleep in Dom's bed... or that during the night when all of the sounds die down, even a gentle scratch of a leg against the sheet becomes loud. He had his suspicions, though to what extent, he did not know... and telling it to Hans hurt the man. Dom will tell him if she decides to. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I understand that."</span> he said with soft voice, offering hands a solid pat on his shoulder with a bit of a squeeze. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"To be honest, when you and Dom got paired and... after that first night, I thought you two would be unsinkable like Bismarck... didn't expect you to sink like... well... Bismarck... Bad comparison. My point is... The day is long. It may seem hopeless now, but they say that morning is wiser than the evening. Maybe she... relaxed enough to hear you out. Just make sure to know what you want to say."</span><br/>
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A brief pause ensued and he took another sip from his mug. Now half-empty and quelling the growling of his stomach, it gave him just enough of clarity to set another pebble in motion. Looking down at Grace, he felt as if the woman hated him for some reason, though he was oblivious to her inner thoughts. As for Marcus, he himself misjudged her gravely and the guilt was wrecking him. He placed his cup down, waited patiently for her to conclude her conversation before approaching<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Hey, Grace?"</span> he spoke softly, unsure how she would react to his presence. He was close, roughly a meter away to maintain a respectful distance, though still close to giving her the idea that he was there, talking to her. His expression was soft if lined with guilt <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Do you have a minute? Just wanted to get a quick chat with you. I promise I bear no malicious intents. Would you mind if we went over there?"</span> Finger pointed outside of the kitchen, a bit further away and out of earshot. He himself walked slowly toward the mentioned spot.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Right... ummm..."</span> he let out a very long hum as he turned around and faced her, finding English to be particularly difficult when he needed it the most <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I am not here to challenge you and Matt in any way... that.. came out incredibly wrong."</span> he chuckled nervously, forcing edges of his lips into a very wide grin, utterly cringed by his own words <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I just wanted to clear out some air."</span> He said after taking a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to be set in proper order <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"And we never had any long conversation before. But... I figured there may be games that require us to be allies and... since I want to stick here to the end, I thought we might as well be on amicable terms. In absolutely no way do I intend to stand between you and Matt or suddenly ask of you to... um... sleep in the same bed as I. But I do not wish to make things awkward if we are required to cooperate and..."</span> then came another pause and the sudden and hard swallow of saliva.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"And... I want to apologize. After that recoupling ceremony when most ended with more bitter than sweet taste, I wrongly believed that you were the one to blame. I applied logic but... but I failed to realize that I cannot judge anyone for following their own heart. I am truly sorry for it."</span>​</div>