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</div><b>Name:</b>Victor Lundquist<br/><b>Age:</b>30<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, July 4th<br/><b>Location:</b>Terrace<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black trunks<br/><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Olivia Williams<br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b>Cassandra (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Victor couldn't help but smile wider at the sight of the blush. Well, well, would you look at that.. Had he actually made<i><b>her</b></i>blush? Without taking too much credit, he'd bet that didn't happen all too often. And also, the way the energetic woman had let her guard down and exposed her soft side, he sort of knew that he had an effect on her somehow. A positive one, he hoped.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly and looked down on a spot on the floor for a moment when she spoke, and the chuckle turned into an amused laugh at the contradiction regarding the cameras. He could have used some of that immunity to the cameras himself, because honestly, they were still freaking him out. Cold, dark, expressionless lenses that held the combined, silent judgement of the entire audience - he didn't understand how people were dealing with that.<br/><br/>-"Oh really? I couldn't tell." he joked back and looked up at her when she claimed she wasn't good at shutting up, and laughed slightly only to fall silent again when she spoke once more in a more serious tone. He then nodded when she asked if he knew what she meant. He really did, and he appreciated that side of her immensely - the way she wasn't backing down or walking in circles around a problem, but rather attacked it head on.<br/><br/>His eyebrows then rose in an amused, questioning expression since he had no idea what she meant with what she said next. He had all but forgotten about his little stunt when he stepped forward for Juan at the initial ceremony, and so he couldn't help but offer a hearty laugh when she reminded him of that.<br/><br/>-"Of course I was.." he laughed amusedly. -"Juan was<i><b>just</b></i>my type.." he said in jest. -"..and I should<i><b>really</b></i>get back at you somehow for stealing him from me.." he added with a playful wink and leaned in to offer her shoulder yet another nudge with his own.