[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b]  [/center]
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	Yes, this room would be perfect for Nero. I chuckle and stand at the end of the bed, resting my hands on the footboard. [color=#006400]”Well, seeing you in this room, the painting now reminds me of you,”[/color] I inform them. I look from Nero, looking cozy and positively kissable, up to the painting. [color=#006400]”This painting is quite, suggestive,”[/color] I said, clearing my throat. [color=#006400]’But there is still one more bedroom you should see before really making up your mind.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I smile as he says this. Maybe… maybe he was right. I fall silent again so I can hear the door opening and a rustle of paper.

	[color=#DB7093]”You sound busy. I should let you go,”[/color] I say. [color=#DB7093]”Besides, I should go check on my shop.”[/color] It wasn’t strange that I didn’t go to work today. I didn’t exactly have a “set” schedule and was always open at odd hours. Part of the appeal, I suppose.