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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, Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Tuesday, 6th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Beige shirt (as seen in the photo),<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2Fc1%2Fa4%2Fdd%2Fc1a4dd48c666370144b73fb971fa1bf2.jpg&amp;hash=35270e0e1aa83fb4b2263781fdce4898" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/c1/a4/dd/c1a4dd48c666370144b73fb971fa1bf2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">black jeans</a>, bare feet.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Hans (<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a>), Brook (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>), Grace and Danny (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>), Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Guten Morgen!"</span> Marcus exclaimed, rather cheerfully as Grace and Brook arrived, raising his mug filled with deliciously bitter coffee <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Wow, it must have been one hell of a party last night since everyone looks so hungover."</span> the jest was followed with a chuckle, hoping that if he forces some sort of 'cheerful' energy it might actually raise a few spirits. He failed to remember, that it only works if the one is cheerful already. By now, he already knew a bit more about what happened with Brook, though he did not wish to be a pest and inquire... He was certain that the wound was still fresh, and if it was of any worth, doubtful he believed, he felt a bit sorry for her. Danny, on the other hand, looked quite energetic and if yesterday had any consistency, then he could guess the reason for his reaction and he greeted the man with a smile and a respectful nod.<br/>
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He stopped just before his lips touched the mug and looked toward Hans at the mention of Arisa. The pause was long and made him look down at his own, freehand and knuckles that were bending. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I miss a lot of things. I missed... a lot of signals and I missed a few chances."</span> he responded after that pause, his voice softer, quieter, though still possible to be heard, even across the kitchen<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "But it is not nostalgia that plagues me, mein Freund... I think... I think it's envy."</span> he looked suddenly at Hans, a slight frown upon his face, though that same frown was not directed toward Hans. It almost looked like he was confused at his own realization, either doubting his chain of thoughts or highly disliking where its end was. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I came to realize that I am surrounded by so many amazing people who just... dive for what they want while I keep waiting for something. I find it amazing, truly..."<br/>
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"I don't know... On the first day, I was trying to feel my way around, on the second, I felt everything was crumbling. Yesterday I just tried to survive and today... today I just want to live."</span> he laughed, quite unpleasantly to his own ears <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't know if that makes any sense, but I am trying to be... less me and more... more like someone who can enjoy things as they come. But it is hard to change overnight and stop this-"</span> Marcus said with a growl, tapping his forehead <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"-from constantly overthinking. Yesterday I had a spontaneous moment and for the first time I did not fear the unknown. It was absolutely intoxicating."</span> he took another sip of his coffee. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I think today... I would like to be surprised... It is tiresome to plan for everything, to expect any outcome. But I think I have my hopes too high. Who knows! Maybe something pleasant will happen today! The day is long and anything can happen, right?"</span> he concluded, trying his absolute best to force a smile.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Will try to mend things with Dom?"</span> He asked, looking back toward Hans.​</div>