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</div><b>Name:</b>Hans Huisman<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero Sexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Atlanta<br/><b>Date/Time:</b><br/>Monday 5th July 2021 (Evening - after date)<br/><b>Location:</b>Shower ---> Bedroom<br/>Wearing:[/B]  In pic<br/><b>Coupled With: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><b>Tagging :.</b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><br/><br/>Han's knew that her fire would rage unhinged like anything he would have experienced. It had been boiling and it had boiled over some. He watched as she her firey words flew out at him. And even though he was used to this. Used to being in a very agressive, environment. Used to the back and forth, war of words. And there were times, he would have been thrilled to be part of it. To be the dog in the fight. - Usually the words just roll of him, but this time, it seemed to sting, - like hale falling on a snowy storm.<br/><br/>He waited for to finish, and he looked up at her, not with seriousness as before but with a bit of sadness. Not that he was trying to get any pity of out of Dom. The woman would most likely see anything as weaknesss, as far he figured.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to reclaim the bed Dom, or ask any questions." He said softly, looking her directly in her eyes.  He didn't care who was looking or bad or good he looked in the moment. Not that of that really mattered anymore...<br/><br/>"I came to say,..."He wanted to weigh his words, but chose not too. "That I'm sorry for making you feel, that I didn't trust you." he took a deep breath. "Things got a bit too real me in the situation, and I admit I got defensive and went on the attack." He said, with a deep breath. He had actually quite contemplated that he was being defensive. But you could never control the situation just the reaction. And life wasn't always about winning and getting the upper hand. Often times that cost you.. as it had then.