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</div><b>Name:</b>Matt Moreno<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, CA, USA<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday, July 5th, Evening<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa couch swing thing - Villa Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Basketball shorts<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Single<br/><b>Tagging:</b>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"/>Matt didn’t try and hide his laugh as Grace commented on his fervent feelings on the subject of vegetable fries.  “It’s a crime against potatoes for sure.”  He nodded emphatically.  “It’s like people using cauliflower for pizza dough.  Some things are sacred.”  Matt continued with a laugh.  For all the things he had adapted to pretty easily in moving to LA, some of what he considered the weirder health trends were definitely off limits still.<br/><br/>As Grace spoke about her feelings and chances with the next go around, assuming it was guys picking, he wanted to argue, but the truth was she was probably right.  For some reason, other than Brook and Olivia, Grace hadn’t seemed to click with many people.  Granted, that was a lot more people than Matt had clicked with.  He’s had very brief conversations with a few people, and felt he had overcome a few obstacles with some of the other guys, but he imagined he had still burned more bridges than he had built.  And truthfully, he didn’t care.  He’d made the one type of connection he had come to make, and if he left because of it, that was fine with him.<br/><br/>“Well, you definitely know I am going to try and keep you too.”  He grinned, bumping her shoulder again, although when Grace said she was full and that meant it was time for bed, it was all Matt could do not to leap off the couch.  “I could not be more ready to get you into bed.”  He replied, honestly.  Picking up both of their plates, Matt stood.  “Here, I’ll drop these off in the kitchen and meet you upstairs in bed then.”  He continued, maybe a little too eager.<br/><br/>Assuming Grace agreed, Matt headed for the kitchen, noticing some other couples snuggling (or more) on the day beds, and all throughout the villa as he passed.  After dropping off their plates in the kitchen, Matt dashed up the stairs, moving quickly through changing and his night time routine so he was already waiting in bed for when Grace arrived.