<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | Late AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Villa's Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>...<br/><br/>Okay, no way was Devon calling Grace Glitter-Vag. He leaned his chin towards his throat mic and muttered "Abort, abort, ixnay on the icknamenay hombre". He actually thought she was cool, and if it was the sort of story she'd own up to for laughs it wouldn't have been a secret. Therefore, he wasn't about to wreck things with... well, at this rate, the two literally best people on this stupid show. They were so pure they should make him gag, but given the continuing downward spiral of this competition, he was beginning to believe he was trapped in Hell, and that there was actually nothing Metal about Hell at all. Tipper Gore was<em>so wrong</em>about it in the eighties. This pink and fluffy pop-tune infused torture chamber of sunshine was the real Hell, and the likes of Ozzy and Dio and Maiden were offering people salvation.<br/><br/>At least, that's how he was rationalizing it.<br/><br/>Leave it to those two kids to lift his spirits somewhat, though. Both the secret and just the absolute compatibility of them. It was just the pep he needed before being called to reveal a secret himself. With a sigh, he turned to Corey and Owen, the only two guys he'd had any sort of interaction with upon the island so far*.<br/><br/>"Make sure it doesn't look like a scene out of a Predator movie while I'm gone," he said, then stepped forward to the table. Caroline read her secret, and Devon perked an eyebrow up, scanning the line of women. The shades were still on, and he was still a bit tense. The idea of delivering a kiss to any woman after revealing he'd certainly bought a wedding ring, and things went... the worst possible way afterward. There was no recovering from that. What would be on their minds as they kissed him back? What was on their minds<em>now?</em>He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.<br/><br/>Taking a glimpse back at the row of guys... man, he wasn't sure he wanted them to win anything. What was the prize, again? Time with them? This warring bunch of thin-skinned wannabe shows of masculinity putting on a show for the camera in hopes of convincing the world their testicles have dropped? Who the fuck wants to hang out with that. Real men don't need to prove shit. Real men just<em>are</em>.<br/><br/>He let out a sigh, turning his attention back to Caroline. "Don't suppose I could just kiss you instead?" he said with a smirk, though it was far less spirited than his first come-on to her on that very first day. He looked back at the women, and ran the mental calculations.<br/><br/>Trying to figure out who had and hadn't been called out yet was difficult, given that there were so many women approached and others kissed. Nevertheless, he was able to run it through his head swiftly enough. Cleo, Delaney, Cassandra, Grace, and Samantha all had a secret revealed. Which left Rhonda, Elsa, and Gwen... With another glance back at the guys, he realized that one of these women wasn't having their secret told.<br/><br/>"Hrm," was all he emoted at this realization. Turning back to the group... well, truth told, he could see it being true for any one of them. He didn't really know any of them that well, though what he'd seen and met with Elsa* left him thinking it was least likely with her. Still, no way to make a truly accurate call. And that's assuming they weren't going to double-up on a secret just to screw with the guys. In the end, though, Devon really had no interest in approaching Rhonda and Elsa during this competition. Not through any fault of their own, just because whatever was going on between them and the guys they've interacted with, he didn't want to be in the middle of it. Not right now, at least. Let them clear that shit out of the air.<br/><br/>So, he approached Gwen, though made sure not to do so with the purpose he felt. He just wanted to move on and be done. Plus, again, he wasn't really interested on what people here or in the audience before the television would think of him now that his secret was revealed. So he approached her directly, but did his best not to be imposing, slowing his paces as he stood before her. He reached a hand forward, fingers gently brushing the golden straw locks from her forehead before cradling the back of her head gently. He drew her in, and placed his lips softly on her forehead. He then pulled back, gave a shrug and a smirk as... well, he really had no clue what else to do, and turned around and returned to the desk for Caroline to reveal the truth. Once it was done, he'd return to the guy's side.<br/><br/>"Good," he said. "Now that's over with, let's really finish this up and be done."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">Still don't know how it will play out, but Devon will get some sort of interaction with Owen and Elsa in that workout corner.</div></div>