[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago, IL
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My brow furrows when she still won’t make eye contact with me. I walk over to hand my dad the plate of food. [color=F0A06B]”I’ll be right back.”[/color] I tell him in a whisper before I head into the kitchen, hopefully out of my father’s earshot.

[color=F0A06B]”I’m not going to faint.”[/color] I tell her genuinely. [color=F0A06B]”My dad explained how hard [i]all three of you[/i] worked to not only kill the actual monster, but to ensure his safety at the same time. I’m also not angry with you either if that’s the issue.” [/color] As much as I want to grab her and make her face me, I don’t. I truly have no ill will towards her - maybe a [i]lot[/i] of questions, but no ill will. Besides, I wanted to wait to ask those for when my father wasn’t around. Sure, there is probably no way to take back what he had experienced, but I don’t want to put him in any more of harm’s way.

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[center][h1][color=643B46]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=643B46]Location:[/color] Chicago, IL[/b] 
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[color=643B46]”Thank you.”[/color] I chirp before racing for it, not wanting to see his reaction. It’s stupid of me to feel this awkward about sharing a new treasure with someone, but it could also be embarrassment from the… [i]splashing[/i] entrance I made this morning. 

I quickly pull off the wet clothing with a frown. I had chosen something a little more feminine today, but that quickly became useless. [color=643B46]”I really should have just walked.”[/color] This wouldn’t be an issue if I was a proper white-eyed demon, but that’s a rabbit hole of thoughts to go down at another time. I throw the shirt over my head and pout at the fact that it fits me more like a dress. I turn my back towards the mirror and grimace - unless I wore a high collared shirt, the longest of the scars on my back would always show a little bit, but the tips of three other scars could be seen protruding out of the shirt’s neckline. 

Knowing there’s not much I can do regarding that, I tie the bottom of the tshirt into a knot so I’m not swimming in it. The pants fit a little better and I can tie them to be tighter, but I have to roll the cuffs of the pants at least five times until my feet aren’t hidden anymore. I debate if I want to try putting on the soggy leather gloves on so that my left hand’s burn scar isn’t so prevalent, but I think that will just bring more attention to it instead. Besides, wet leather was [i]not[/i] enjoyable to wear. 

Stretching on my toes, I hang the clothes on a rod in the bathroom, throwing a towel on the floor to try and catch most of the water, before I come out. Some of Caden’s staff are already busy cleaning the water I tracked in and they give me directions to Caden’s office. I peer into the doorframe, nervous for some reason on what he would think of the tablet.