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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>Saturday, 3rd July 2021.<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa backyard<br/><b>Wearing:</b>As seen on the image. Swimming trunks underneath and sandals.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
From the very first when Laura spoke again after he joined Arisa, there was a lingering sensation inside Marcus' gut. Seeing Cassandra being 'stolen' made him extremely conscious of his own situation. He looked over at other men, wondering if anyone would look over his way and decide they want Arisa. He had no way of objecting, no way of protesting... the terms of this game were clear and the road of choosing her again was long. And so, every time Laura called for another guy's name, Marcus' grip around Arisa became just a bit tighter, almost as if he wanted to convey something. His expression was always calm, collected, never showing even the slightest of emotion that would betray his rising anxiety. When the time came for Victor to chose, he returned the same kind of nod, one of respect. The same was done toward Hans as well, perhaps an acknowledgment of his bravery that he has seen with Teddy, or perhaps a gesture of silent gratitude... There was one more left to chose and though his anxiety has subsided, if for a bit, it never left.<br/>
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But all of it seemed so utterly irrelevant when she whispered something into his ear. There was a required 'extra second' for him to process what she was saying. Her accent made every word sound strange and he had no heart or to correct her in any way. He smiled, knowing that even if she were to butcher every word, she would still make it marvelous. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"No, it's... it is perfect."</span> he grinned a bit wider and wished that he knew even a bit of Japanese to respond in kind. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Danke (Thank you), but, yours are prettier."</span><br/>
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There was no denying that each and every girl there was, indeed, quite beautiful and every guy out there was having hard a hard choice. In fact, some had such a hard choice that they reached beyond what was 'offered' to them, a clear indication that the first impression played an important role. So what was his first impression of Arisa? Once more he looked at her, once more he allowed himself the luxury of doubt, waiting for it to kick in, waiting for the moment when he would look at another girl and perhaps realize he could have chosen better. They were all beautiful... they all seemed perfect... but that feeling never kicked in. The die was cast and regret never came. Maybe it was too soon for him to reveal this, after all, they only just met. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You look beautiful in that dress."</span> He leaned and whispered to her <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"If the last one doesn't choose you, I'd like to get to know you better."</span> He added. Aside from the fact that he knew her name and that she was Japanese... he knew nothing about her.<br/>
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But then came the second instance of 'stealing' came, he moved his hand and placed it on top of the one that Arisa placed around his waist. His digits sought hers and intertwined before giving a light squeeze. His digits sought hers and intertwined before giving a light squeeze <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I really would not want to be in their places."</span> He whispered one last time, looking toward Juan and Leon, wondering how they would react to this.​</div>