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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 Bedroom -->  Gym --> Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black sleeveless shirt, white shorts, black sneakers.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fiv1.lisimg.com%2Fimage%2F14153182%2F740full-janis-danner.jpg&amp;hash=c851d85fe52d54bd188dde393d16e231" href="https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/14153182/740full-janis-danner.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">White shirt</a>and jeans after the shower.<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>), Daniel (<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"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Perhaps it was the exhaustion caused by the previous day or the fact that he drank more alcohol in one day than in the past several months, but Marcus felt remarkably well-rested. His dreams were not plagued by nightmares that made him relive the fiasco with his former colleagues, rather, he felt an unusual sense of ease and even just a tad bit of excitement. By the time he opened his eyes, he heard a quiet voice from behind him, and he turned his head to look toward Arisa. Her touch was hard to miss and even harder to ignore. The reaction followed, slow yet undeniable. For a moment, he wondered if she realized that it was he whom she caressed and not someone she might've dreamed about.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Guten Morgen..."</span> he greeted with a still sleepy voice and turned to lay onto his back. By now, the 'reaction' was noticeable, and he propped his leg up, bending it in the knee just to conceal from plain sight <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Dreams?"</span> He asked, raising his eyebrow. For the life of him, he could not remember. All he knew with certainty is that they were pleasant, yet not a single flash of memory occurred that would give him even a hint of what it was about <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't know... I think they were nice."</span> he grinned and turned his head to look at her properly. Even her bed hair looked rather cute, especially from this angle. The music was still booming, not so loud to be considered unpleasant, but Marcus was not used to waking up to music. A simple alarm was what he trained himself to obey in the morning, something that his mind would automatically recognize as the signal to begin his day <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You really should be careful with that. It has been a while since I was with any woman... I just might accept that invitation." </span>he chuckled before rubbing his face. Whether he liked it or not, it was a time to wake up.<br/>
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Then, the routine began, something that he was used to. A quick wash, brushing his teeth, and then exercise. He picked up white shorts, white sneakers, and a black sleeveless shirt and made his way out. Yoga did little to aid him in his routine. He did not dislike it, though he did try it a few times, yet the results were not satisfactory to him. What he needed was a good, long sweating session... and the gym was the only place to do it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Guten Morgen!"</span> He waved toward Daniel as he approached, though he did not wish to disturb the man in his routine. First, he sat down onto the floor, head bowed forward, tilting slowly up and down, then side to side. Before he would exercise his body, he needed to exercise his mind, to clear it from all troubles and worries and steel his focus. This was his main weapon, the bulwark that endured any and all troubles in life that came and were to come. If he was to overcome anything, it would start with his resolve, and focus was everything to him.<br/>
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Then came the warming up and stretching to ensure his muscles were properly prepared before he continued to real exercise. Every set was longer than the previous, repeats were done to the point of pain and he was training himself to see how far he can go, how much he can endure before he stops, always one step before any injury can incur. Everything, from lunges to jumps, from sit-ups to push-ups and weights until his body was coated in sweat, having only his heavy breathing be the sound that he made.<br/>
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 Once he got out of the shower and the results of his workout have been washed away from his skin, he checked the message on his phone. His eyebrow rose at the message. He still had twenty more minutes, might as well grab a quick bite, and so, he made his way into the kitchen <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Is that coffee I am smelling?"</span> he asked, his mouth almost watering at the scent of the divine beverage.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I used to devour it, back when I was working."</span> He commented as he came closer to the machine and started preparing some for himself <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Thing is, and I learned far too late, I didn't know you could gain tolerance to it... and I used to work so many late nights, it lost any effect on me and I had to go into three months of absolute no coffee regime, just so I can drink it again for the effect..." </span>He poured some into a large cup and gave it a good, long sniff before looking at it, as if he was gazing into a long-lost lover <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I think I would actually be depressed if I never got to drink it again..."</span> a short pause ensued as he took a sip, and this was not just a cheap stuff he used to buy... this was the top shelf, the nectar of the beverages <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"So... anyone else saw the message?"</span>​</div>