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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>Monday, 5th of July, late evening, after light's out.<br/><b>Location:</b>Interview room --> Showers --> Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Nude --> gray boxers<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Claire (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>), Ian (<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Marcus' chest heaved heavily as he fell onto his back, starring into the complete dark while small tingles of light flew through his eyesight. The kiss, by miracle or whatever force worked through it, was all the sweeter and drew a smile out of the man <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Trouble..."</span> he repeated, still trying to catch the proper rhythm of breathing <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"That was worth it..." </span>he chuckled, moving hands through his hair. The sweat already glued his locks together. And it was worth it... his body felt light, his mind at ease and the clarity that came afterward only further enforced this feeling. He didn't say it, though he did not had the time to, this was the best sexual encounter he ever had.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Alright, tomorrow then."</span> he replied, leaning his head to make the kiss last for but a heartbeat longer before she tore himself from him, leaving Marcus with the name 'Dom'. She said Dom... Not Dom and Hans... Were they not sleeping together? He frowned slightly, clearly oblivious to the spat they had, still believing that they were an unbreakable couple. Did something happen? Did Hans leave her or were there other circumstances at work? For whatever reason, this made Marcus just a bit more at ease. Granted, he would've preferred if she chose his bed... but sleeping with Dom was infinitely better than to hear that she was going to sleep in another guy's bed. There was guilt and a bit of jealousy in him.<br/>
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Still, Claire was correct. Being in the interview room would be troublesome, and so, a minute after she left, Marcus collected his clothes, managing to put on his boxers and jeans, holding the shirt in his hand. With mind too preoccupied with a thousand other thoughts, he felt his way out of the room, only to hear a sudden and very unfamiliar voice right in front of him. His eyes were still unadjusted and the sudden introduction startled him <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Scheiße! (Shit)"</span> he exclaimed taking a deep breath, opening his eyes wide with no small amount of frown to follow <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Verdammt, Mann! (Damn it, man) Who taught you to sneak up on people this late?"</span> He took a deep breath and managed to collect himself, processing Ian's introduction and request.<br/>
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But then something else popped inside his head <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"How... how... ho- how did you know I was in there?"</span> he asked in a slightly lower tone, pointing behind himself. In a stark contrast compared to Ian's strong American accent, Marcus' carried a certain Bavarian harshness that he tried to mitigate as much as he could. But still, if he knew Marcus was there, did he also know Claire was there too? Was he waiting in front of the door or did he just arrive? And if he was there already, how much did he hear? Questions for later. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Ummmm... sure."</span> he said, wiping his forehead <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Yeah, you can bunk up. I guess you know where it is, ja? Umm... I'll be there soon, just need a quick shower."</span><br/>
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It was still dark and though he vaguely recognized the face, he barely knew anything about the man. This would be the first conversation they led. Still, he was new and with so many things happening, it would be cruel to let the man spend the night out or on the floor. With plenty of cussing uttered in a whisper, caused by stumbling and hitting various furniture with toes, Marcus finally managed to find the shower. It was to be brief, just enough to wash away the sweat. Walking back was no less of a challenge, though by now, he was accustomed enough to the darkness to, at least, discern shapes and prevent stumbling into things. He assumed that by now Ian would be in bed and Marcus laid down on his own side.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"How much did you saw or hear?"</span> He asked, turning his head slightly before shaking it <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"On second thought, tell me tomorrow. I can barely keep my eyes open right now..."</span><br/>
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END OF THE DAY FOR MARCUS.</u>​</div>