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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<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Almost dry devil costume<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>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I... don't know, really."</span> Marcus replied to her question <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"To be honest, I find it hard to make any sort of prediction when it comes to this game. Wait and see, I suppose."</span> The grin on his face was genuine, amused by how quickly Arisa jumped from one topic onto another. She seemed nervous in his eyes, and he understood why she would be. In all honesty, he was not that far from being nervous himself, though the high of the victory was still holding him, even if it was just for the public's fanservice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Ask?" </span>he inquired on her mention. It was a rhetorical one, for he was not an oblivious man and he knew exactly what she was referring to. Still, even if he was direct, he felt that it would be in poor taste if he just spilled his thoughts before her. Drink.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Ah, ja (ah, yes). Um, I suppose it can wait until we get that drink."</span> Marcus concluded, matching every step she made as they walked toward the bar. This time, it seemed they were alone, at least for a few more minutes. Walking around the counter, he began pouring orange juice with tonic for her, and cranberries juice for himself. This may have been a situation for something stronger, but he didn't like the fact that it was only yesterday when he felt the light buzz of the alcohol. A day of rest is a must.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Compared to some secrets, I doubt I have anything bad." </span>he chuckled as he took a sip from his glass <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It comes with narrow-focused life. Adventures are scarce, though as you learned, I am not entirely devoid of them."</span> A short pause ensued, wondering how to properly phrase it without making Arisa feel the bitter sting of anxiety. That was the last thing he wanted for her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Some of them really took it a few levels up, it seems."</span> He reached up and removed his horns finally, placing them onto the counter along with the pitchfork. He was circling, but even that had its limit.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"So, I am guessing you came here to meet other girls?" </span>He looked up at her, leaning against the counter with his elbows, his expression mostly neutral, though still bearing a pleasant grin. But then he decided to ask the heavy question, one that he needed an answer for, one that could not be avoided <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Am I being an obstacle?"</span>​</div>