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Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ Ｈａｌｉｌ Ｔｕｇｌｕ
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Taking a decision to talk to the girl, he called the waiter and got the bill and after paying it, he tipped the waiter fairly well and stood up. Instead of walking out, he walked over to the school's wannabe. "Hey." he began with one of his charming smiles, "Anne was it?" he asked with his husky voice drenched in his manly Turkish accent. "Nice seeing you here." he began and without taking permission sat down in a seat opposite the blonde. He never really had problems with ladies. Being a Turkish blonde with a rich family background, fun-loving personality, blue eyes and not to mention his looks which had always been a great advantage on his side. "So what are you doing here in Antalya?" he asked her as he leaned back in his chair as his fingers raked through her perfect dirty blonde hair, feeling his silky hair run through his fingers. His blue irises were fixed on the wannabe, before they diverted around the restaurant taking the atmosphere in and the feelings of happiness at him being back in his birthplace took over him once again. Though, if this girl was here, how many more of his classmates might be here? This question made him arch his eyebrows quite confused. And that was when his question was answered when he saw the depressed skater Gryffen. And though he wasn't very close to the boy, he raised his arm and slightly waved to the boy.
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Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ Ｈａｌｉｌ Ｔｕｇｌｕ
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Behlul Halil Tuglu "The joker"
Twenty years old
Turkish
Heterosexual
Admires Anne a but isn't sure if it's a crush
In the elevator
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Behlul Halil Tuglu "The joker"
Twenty years old
Turkish
Heterosexual
Admires Anne a but isn't sure if it's a crush
In the elevator
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Taking a decision to talk to the girl, he called the waiter and got the bill and after paying it, he tipped the waiter fairly well and stood up. Instead of walking out, he walked over to the school's wannabe. "Hey." he began with one of his charming smiles, "Anne was it?" he asked with his husky voice drenched in his manly Turkish accent. "Nice seeing you here." he began and without taking permission sat down in a seat opposite the blonde. He never really had problems with ladies. Being a Turkish blonde with a rich family background, fun-loving personality, blue eyes and not to mention his looks which had always been a great advantage on his side. "So what are you doing here in Antalya?" he asked her as he leaned back in his chair as his fingers raked through her perfect dirty blonde hair, feeling his silky hair run through his fingers. His blue irises were fixed on the wannabe, before they diverted around the restaurant taking the atmosphere in and the feelings of happiness at him being back in his birthplace took over him once again. Though, if this girl was here, how many more of his classmates might be here? This question made him arch his eyebrows quite confused. And that was when his question was answered when he saw the depressed skater Gryffen. And though he wasn't very close to the boy, he raised his arm and slightly waved to the boy.
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❝ Ｎｅｖｅｒ ｕｎｄｅｒｅｓｔｉｍａｔｅ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ:
Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ, Ｂｅｈｕｌ ａｎｄ ｏｈ, Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ! ❞
Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ, Ｂｅｈｕｌ ａｎｄ ｏｈ, Ｂｅｈｌｕｌ! ❞
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