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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 --> Showers --> Dressing room --> Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Red devil suit (removed before shower), jeans and white shirt, bare feet.<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>), Danny (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>), Olivia (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>), Open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
The time came again for him to be confused. It would not be the first, nor the last time he missed some cue. His smile faded slowly, signalizing that his own mood has shifted. Slightly, but noticeable. But then he remembered the conversation that was held yesterday and things, indeed, became a bit more clear. Arisa did have her own preference toward tattooed men and mentioning the 'one who isn't here'. That made him remember that Teddy was in the game, and he did fit the image almost perfectly. He took another sip from his glass, draining the rest into the sink of the bar. Marcus was the one who chose her, not the other way around, and it made sense that she, perhaps, lamented that her first choice was not the one around.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"She would be my second choice."</span> Marcus admitted, following this circle of honesty that descended upon them<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "I will not say I regret my choice and whichever one is made for me, I will stick to it. It's girl's choice tonight, so if you have some regrets yourself, it's a good place to rectify them."</span> he offered a nod and a sincere smile toward her. A gentle twist in his stomach reminded him that it was almost lunchtime, and with the light breakfast he had, now would be a good time to get something to eat... before the chaos descends upon them once more and the ceremony begins. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I'll go grab that shower now, and some lunch. We chat afterward, ja (yes)?"</span> He concluded before washing his glass and placing it upside down to the drain.<br/>
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It left him with plenty of things to think about, and he did so during the shower. He finally managed to get himself out of that costume. Interesting and whimsical as it was, it was tighter behind than it was in the front, and walking made him quite 'intimate' with the costume. The water was cool, though not nearly as cold as was in the pool. The ceremony will be tonight and the choice will be on the ladies. Should he step up for just one? Or should he step for two? He was starting to grow fond of Arisa, though he needed to know her a lot more if he were to say that he was truly liking her... it was foolish to believe that one day would be enough. Perhaps it was for some, but not for him. Maybe he will get more time, or perhaps, he may need to start anew.<br/>
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Marcus remained in the shower a lot more than he intended it to be, though he blamed that on allowing himself to remain with his thoughts for too long. He dried himself and got dressed into what was actually comfortable for him: underwear, pair of jeans and a light shirt, just to keep his back from getting sunburn. Carefully, he rolled sleeves up above the elbows. Then, a pause, starring down at his tattoos. These hands were meant to carry him through anything, to weather any storm and break through any wall that might rise in his life... As long as he has them, he will never be helpless... that was the thought, that was the idea, the philosophy and a promise. He clenched his hands into fists, knuckles turning white before he released and allowed blood to flow once more. Eyes turned toward the mirror and stared at this familiar man who was looking back at him, strangely bearing the same expression. He came with a purpose, though he would leave out of entirely another reason... and he will not give up.<br/>
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"Don't look at me like that." </span>He sneered at his own reflection before turning around to leave the dressing room. The kitchen then, just enough to quell the hunger. It looked already occupied and he waved briefly toward Danny and Olivia as he was entering <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Don't mind me, I won't interrupt."</span> he announced himself, making his way toward the fridge <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Just going to grab something to eat."</span> Looking inside brought another plight - a terrible indecisiveness between trying these culinary delights and his own diet, meant to keep him in shape and to keep his mind in an optimal condition. Dear Lord... the delicacies that he saw inside... it was far too easy to give into them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Salat..."</span> he mumbled softly as his choices narrowed down. There was avocado, peppers, he saw some boiled, canned beans in the back, hot peppers, that will add some 'fun', onion, lemon... there has to be something else... something missing. His smile was visible as he spotted quinoa, and one by one, he pulled all of the ingredients out and placed them on the table. A simple recipe, one that didn't require too long of a preparation... Just cut it all up, pour, mix, and add spices for the flavor! <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.foodiecrush.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F01%2FHealthy-Quinoa-Salad-foodiecrush.com-010-683x1024.jpg&amp;hash=003f3f681f9e2d16425910d0bfe01ed2" href="https://www.foodiecrush.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/Healthy-Quinoa-Salad-foodiecrush.com-010-683x1024.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The end result</a> exceeded his expectation, though he would attribute that to the quality of the ingredients. Before he even got to the part of seasoning, he felt his stomach practically yearning for it... Even if there was no reward for the victory in the game, this would be the best replacement for it.​</div>