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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>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/>
Marcus listened with full attention, amazed at the amount of information that he, himself, was getting out of her. For a moment, he thought that she was just shy, but as it turned out, all she needed was the right incentive to reveal more about herself. And he'd lie if he said he didn't enjoy listening to her. But when she spoke of love, he took a few moments to process it. He would also lie if he would say that he understands how 'fluid' works, but, he understood love and he understood that it extends beyond male or female, or as in the modern world would be, everything in between. But love? Well, that was a concept that was tangible to him.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Me? Yes, I am, straight."</span> He announced, not feeling any particular guilt about it <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I can respect another man and I have... had... good friends with whom I could confide. That being said, I never felt any romantic attraction towards a man. It is easy to understand why someone would have such, but... that is not me."</span> His finger traced along the edge of his glass, a fine, blueish stain lingered upon fingertip <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I do not mind answering questions. Back at home, questions about personal life are rare, asked only to gain some insight, rarely out of curiosity. At least, that was my work environment and most contacts."<br/>
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"As for you..."</span> He chuckled and looked at her <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't want to sound too shallow, but, being cute was part of the reason why I made the choice. Besides, I am not sure if you looked into the mirror recently, but you have quite an attractive body yourself. Not sure why you would think otherwise."</span> It became easy to understand why it was so easy to talk to her. In a sense, at least according to Marcus, she wore her heart on her sleeve, and everything she felt could be seen. In truth, it was a refreshing change, compared to always serious faces he was seeing. But that also meant that her expressiveness was also completely different to what he thought it would be. He was yet to find any flaw in her.<br/>
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His mind then wandered to the mentioned morning, before the music woke Islanders and a soft touch he felt on himself. For a moment, he wondered how far they would've gone if time was not short <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You didn't make me uncomfortable."</span> He smiled, sincerely <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Just a bit surprised. It was quite a while since I had someone... well... touch where you touched. To be honest, I am wondering whether it was a continuation of the mood or if you had some... 'malicious' intentions."</span> he teased and tried to imagine how would it be, if it really was up to them to decide. The thought was... quite alluring.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It does feel like we are falling behind."</span> He added, waiting until everyone was out of his sight, going after one thing or another, chasing after companionship or after their eluding partners <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't want to make it too forward, knowing that I may be the first guy... it's hard to not make that assumption at this point. So... step by step? We make it to that point?"</span>​</div>