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</div><b>Name:</b>Matt Moreno<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, CA<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, July 4th, 2021 - after recoupling ceremony<br/><b>Location:</b>Terrace<br/><b>Wearing:</b>As pictured, with khaki pants<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</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>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>“Well, you aren’t going to find me arguing about bedtime.” Matt replied, letting her slip easily out of the hug to take a seat on one of the terrace chairs.  Even if sharing a bed for a second night with Grace wasn’t a great incentive, and it was, just the thought of going to sleep and putting this crazy day behind him had a lot of appeal.  Taking a seat on the chair next to Grace’s, Matt shrugged expressively.  “Couldn’t say.  I’d like to think the first of the re-couplings would be the craziest, maybe a lot of people correcting the mistakes they made the first time, and that the rest would go smoother as people got more comfortable.”  Shaking his head, Matt chuckled.  “That being said, it will probably get worse as people get more and more desperate not to go home.”<br/><br/>Listening as Grace explained her conversation with Arisa, Matt tried to wrap his mind around the whole thing, and still came up a little foggy.  His mind kept going back to the way she stared at Victor before picking him.  Was she debating in that moment, or making a statement.  Either way, it didn’t feel right for a girl who cried about it all afterwards.  “That’s certainly a puzzle.  I mean, we hadn’t got a chance to say a word, we hadn’t kissed at the competition, nothing.”  He mused.  “I wonder if she is just...impulsive.  Or, doesn’t think things out.”  Matt considered.  “Either way, I am sorry that was brutal, but I am glad you got your feelings out.  The fastest way things will go bad here is if people let things build inside.”<br/><br/>When Grace asked about the texting, Matt got out his phone to read them.  “Well, she wrote to mention how she knew you and I were going to be sleeping together, and she was fine with it, but that we were stuck together for a week so she hoped we could make the best of the mess.”  He paraphrased.  “And I replied that it was indeed a mess, but that I hoped we could all find a way to be friendly out of it.  This might come as a surprise, but I don’t do well with enemies, and I was kind of hoping to make it through without making any.”  He laughed.<br/><br/>“To be honest, I don’t know if it will be better or worse than Dom again, until we talk.  Something tells me that Arisa is not really interested as much in me as others, and will take ‘let’s be friends’ better than Dom would.  I don’t think Dom gets a lot of ‘no’ in her life to take it for an answer.”  Matt grinned and shrugged.  At her next question, Matt blinked in surprise, sitting back for a second before leaning in.  “Body count?! Is that how you Brits say it?  How morbid is…”  Matt began, before sudden they were interrupted by Brook buzzing through to give Grace a loyal hug and then zipping back off.   “Was that Brook?” He asked rhetorically.  “Is she old enough be on this show?” He joked, fresh faced Brook looking even younger to his eyes than before.<br/><br/>Turning back to Grace, he took a deep breath.  “Assuming that ‘body count’ means number of girls I’ve slept with as opposed to killed, I am going to say 7.  I mean, the number is 7.”  He clarified.  “As for deal breakers, well, the usual.  Cheating.  Lying.  Calling french fries<i>‘chips’</i>.  Standard stuff.”   Working on his straight face, Matt almost pulled it off.  “Now, let me guess your body count.  I am going to say 8, not because of any reason other than you seem competitive and will want to top my number.”