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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - on the couch then the men’s bedroom<br/>Wearing:[see picture] - then nothing but black boxer shorts<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>At first Yami’s grin remained wide as usual, but when Ember decided to make a rain check, it wavered a bit. Still, he shrugged, looking around to see the same thing she did. Not that it mattered at all to him. He fully intended it to be a one-man show with a one-woman audience. But, the lady seemed to want to call it a night, and as persuasive as he liked to be, he could be patient when the moment called for it.<br/><br/>“Alright then,” he sighed then got up from the couch, shoving his thumbs into his pockets. He glanced over towards the kitchen where his shirt still was hanging out, and the redhead was still hanging onto the tatted guy. He strode over and grabbed the bit of fabric, along with his leather jacket and slung them over a shoulder.<br/><br/>Walking back towards the living room, he’d glance towards Ember once more. “If at any point you find it difficult falling asleep, feel free to come and crawl into bed with me. I’m sure I can help with whatever’s got you tossing and turning.” He winked with a click of his tongue as he teased and smirked. He then turned away to head into the bedroom.<br/><br/>There he pulled off all his clothing, leaving himself in nothing but a pair of black boxers, and laid down in bed, one hand behind his head, the other holding up a book, reading by the light of a lamp at his bedside.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1631253603101-jpeg.95075/" title="1631253603101.jpeg">
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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - in the bathroom<br/>Wearing: [see picture] dress half open<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>By the time she finished, Hayley sat back onto the floor and groaned. She took a bit of toilet paper to wipe her lips before turning to look up at Sterling. “I’m sorry you had to see that…” she whispered, her complexion still less than normal despite her usual pallor. Soon her hand slid up to the side of her head as a slight pounding started up there, rubbing at her temple. A headache had been brought on by the unfortunate amount of exertion that went into her body expelling all of the toxic fluids. “Sorry also for the….major mood killer.”<br/><br/>“Thank you, though.” She added, managing a small, though embarrassed, grin.