[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV —> Art & History Museum – Cary, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I smile, glancing down at Nic’s hand before I look back out the window again. [color=#DB7093]”I know... Sometimes it is what it is.”[/color] [i]Like us,[/i] I thought to myself. I wrap my arm around Nic’s arm, leaning against it slightly, and smile. I watch the world go by as we drive to the museum, content to stay quiet.

Once we arrive at the museum, I shift excitedly, eager to go inside.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's Home – Chicago, IL
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I release Kiki, looking at her closely. She doesn’t normally let people get under her skin so easily. She’s never carried what others' opinions of her were. Well, she did care when it came to people she cared about or was close with, like me. She would often ask for my advice.

Nero wanders over, and I stare at the talking tower of towels. [color=#006400][i]”Nein, mein kleiner Kobold[i]. Go hide the towels in my office. Avery never goes in there,”[/color] I encourage. I look back at Kimiko and wait until Nero leaves.

[color=#006400]”Do you want to have a drink with me? We haven’t had much time to talk, you and I.”[/color]