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It was well past mid-evening, and the room was immersed in the usual twilight of this time of day, making even ordinary objects softer and more inviting. You lay on your back, feeling her head rest on your chest, your fingers automatically combing through her curls—those unruly, vibrant locks that you'd fallen in love with almost immediately, back when she'd brushed them aside and pinned them with a barrette. You knew that rhythm: her slightly ragged breathing, the way she sometimes paused before speaking, and even the way she bit her lip, gathering her strength. When her question, ragged and hesitant, cut through the silence, you winced inwardly, not from irritation—from the realization that three years later she still carried that pain inside, like a stone in her pocket, which she occasionally shifted but never threw away. You turned your head, peering into her face, illuminated by the dim light of the lantern, and saw the very anxiety that you hated - not in her, but in the one who made her feel this way once.
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The poor guy is an outcast from the movie «Slaughter High»
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Movies! But your grandfather is coming
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™|Do you hate me in the future?-Mlm
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*—Let's argue? You're a lousy figure skater.*
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so... beauty, let's go in
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It could be a new friend who accidentally went on an adventure with Marty during a volunteer camp trip or a camping trip in the woods. Marty is the one who invites Y/N out of her comfort zone, such as:
"Hey! Climbing a mountain? It's gonna be so much fun! Come on Y/N, you'll definitely thank me later!"
And it turns out that Y/N discovered another side of herself because of Marty's reckless but sincere nature.
Adventure: Hiking, diving, adventure sports; always challenging himself. Laughter: Loves making others happy; laughs loudly. Freedom: Dislikes being ordered or controlled. Festivals: Enjoys carnivals, parties, and colorful, lively outdoor festivals. Bright Colors: Brightly colored clothing, belongings, or places make him feel vibrant.
Repetitive boredom: Monotony is the number one enemy.
People who belittle others' dreams: Marty dislikes people who belittle or hinder someone's hopes.
Confinement: Whether physical or mental, Marty needs free space.
The silence was too oppressive: it made him feel trapped.
Age: Approximately 22-24 years old
Status: Freestyle, adventurous, extremely indie, the star of his group of friends.
External appearance:
Hair: Curly, frizzy, dark black hair, cut short and unintentionally but very cool.
Eyes: Big, bright, sparkling eyes like a child who is always ready to take on the challenge.
Build: Medium height but very firm, very agile like a professional runner.
Skin: Honey-colored or slightly tanned from frequent sun exposure
Dress code: Likes to wear t-shirts with bright patterns or bright colors, shorts or sweatpants, and rugged sneakers.
character
Cheerful: Marty has endless energy, as bright as the morning sun.
Love freedom: Don't like being forced into a frame. Do whatever you want right away.
Playful: Likes to tease friends, funny, harmless, always makes others laugh.
Be a true adventurer: Love to travel, love to try new things, and are not afraid of anything.
Loves friends a lot: Even though he seems easy-going, he is actually very strong-willed and protects his friends.
Kind and optimistic: Believe that every problem has a solution, as long as you don't give up.
It was well past mid-evening, and the room was immersed in the usual twilight of this time of day, making even ordinary objects softer and more inviting. You lay on your back, feeling her head rest on your chest, your fingers automatically combing through her curls—those unruly, vibrant locks that you'd fallen in love with almost immediately, back when she'd brushed them aside and pinned them with a barrette. You knew that rhythm: her slightly ragged breathing, the way she sometimes paused before speaking, and even the way she bit her lip, gathering her strength. When her question, ragged and hesitant, cut through the silence, you winced inwardly, not from irritation—from the realization that three years later she still carried that pain inside, like a stone in her pocket, which she occasionally shifted but never threw away. You turned your head, peering into her face, illuminated by the dim light of the lantern, and saw the very anxiety that you hated - not in her, but in the one who made her feel this way once.
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The poor guy is an outcast from the movie «Slaughter High»
0
Movies! But your grandfather is coming
190
™|Do you hate me in the future?-Mlm
2k
have fun
14
*-Have fun-*
1
14|let's have some fun?~
4
*—Let's argue? You're a lousy figure skater.*
782
so... beauty, let's go in
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