[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I smirk wickedly at Nero. [color=#DB7093]”It’s fine, old thing. You probably wouldn’t be able to keep up with the youth anyways.”[/color]

	Caden laughs as he drives before pulling into the ice cream parlour.

	[color=#DB7093]”I got it,”[/color] I say before jumping out of the back seat to get us milkshakes. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL
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	I’m suddenly frustrated with cars when Nero puts his hand back on my thigh. I shift a bit in my seat to give them more of my leg, but that’s the best I can do with the gear shift and consul in between us. I park outside the ice cream parlour and watch Cassiopeia run inside. I tap an unheard rhythm on the steering wheel.

	[color=#006400]”What else do you like about me? Aside from kissing height?”[/color] I grinned, looking at Nero.