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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="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><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/><br/><br/>Hans saw red, he was livid. He knew who had taken his stuff and thrown it on the floor. And he could believe it. Well, that’s not true - but as he made his way to the bedroom, Hans stopped for a moment, turned to the wall and rapped his fist hard against it. Fuck.  He knew exactly what he wanted to do and a younger Han’s may have gone through with it. But he thought about his firm, he thought about his dad. About what he tried to be...as flawed as he was. Han’s slammed his first agains the wall one more time, and then turned away, stormed off. He found production and asked them if they could assist with sorting out drying his clothes. He manages to salvage a few items and then hit the shower.<br/><br/>The shower was quick, but the hot water felt good and by the time Han’s was done, and changed he felt settled again. He played the events of the day over and over in his head, examining like a movie reel. On one hand, there was so much to unpack there but on the other hand it was so fucked up. Getting dressed in a grey soft track pants, slippers and blue sweater, Han looked at himself in the mirror - not even bothering to fix his hair. What the hell did you come here for ? If you could answer that, maybe you could sort this out.<br/><br/><br/>He then took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs, and towards the bedroom. He didn’t really acknowledge anyone that was there, but he made a bee line for Dom. He looked her straight in the eyes, his face visibly serious but his tone calm.<br/><br/>“That was fucked up dom,” He said, “But can we have a chat and sort this out like adults?”<br/><br/>Han did this fully expecting Dom to lay into him again.