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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 Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Everything seen on the photo<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Olivia (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
What was in that moment that managed to turn them into hormonal teenagers? It seemed downright contagious, as Marcus felt just as nervous as Olivia did at that moment. Was it this confusing for her too? Still, he would lie if he said that he didn't feel just a bit glad that she had some interest in him. That managed to draw a tiny smile <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It's not that difficult to talk to me."</span> He added <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Usually, people just stand in front of me and start talking. At that point, I just attune to the conversation. I have no other choice, the brain simply does it regardless of whether I want it or not. That or you can just shout across the room."</span> he chuckled at his own jest.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Random..."</span> He parroted the word, staying quiet for a moment before looking at her <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I can't say know a lot about you, but what I do know is that you belong to a 'quieter' type. I mean nothing disrespectful by that, of course... Just that in comparison to others, you seem to have a lot deeper foundations... Something that keeps you in place, fixed on a goal, on what you like to do. Innocent, if I may dare to say." He paused, just enough to turn his gaze and look at her, his arms still crossed "I don't think you would be the one who would make your professor masturbate in front of you."</span> Another chuckle, this time, just slightly more awkward than before <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I had a decent idea, or rather, one of two ideas. You were not among them but..."</span> he took a sharp inhale <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I had a chance to grab a kiss and I took it! I knew it wasn't you but... I figured, at the time, that would've been the only time I would have that kind of chance. Granted, it would've been easier if the question was not so daring, but still, it was an opportunity."<br/>
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For Marcus, honesty was nothing new, nor was it something that laid heavy upon his conscience. It was prefered, in fact... a lot better than to lie or give any kind of false hopes. A truth, no matter how bitter, was better than to suffocate in the endless stream of lies, perpetuated only to sustain this one illusion for which they were created. He was like this for Arisa and he would be nothing less for Olivia in their conversation. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My head..."</span> he repeated, his accent somewhat softer than before. Even with her honeyed words, Marcus had an impression that her heart was already set on Danny <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I said... we are all fools to believe that one day was enough to get to know someone."</span> His hand rose and he rubbed his forehead, placing all those heavy words into a stream that would make sense in English.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I am not here to stand in your way, especially if you are going after Danny. He seems like a good guy.</span> I would like to get to know you better. It's by no means a pressure, or a shout 'pick me, pick me'" He chuckled again, now fully turning toward her "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I don't know what is going to happen nor do I know who will pick who. It's girl's choice and you get to decide whom you want the most. But on the off chance you look the other way..."</span> A short pause ensued, right before he concluded his sentence <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I would like to get to know you better."</span>​</div>