[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 
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	After showering, I play music from my TV and dance around the house as I get ready. I’m trying not to let Nero coming along dampen my mood. I had a feeling they were still in the house while Nic and I were over. So, apparently, demons are Caden’s latest taste. I sigh to myself in the mirror.

	[color=#DB7093]”You’ve known Caden all your life. You know he wouldn’t pick someone to be close with if they weren’t a decent creature. You saw yourself them fall into their humanity from time to time.”[/color] Max sits on the counter, watching me through the mirror. His tail flicks back and forth while he watches me. I smile at him and scratch his head.

	[color=#DB7093]”I know; trust my intuition.”[/color] I finish my skincare routine and apply some mascara just for something. Intuition. I lean back from the mirror and glance down at my phone. Trust and intuition. I hover my hand over my phone, debating before I shake my head.

	[color=#DB7093]”Not today. One life-altering thing at a time. Come on, Max, it's time for me to eat.”[/color] I shut the bathroom light off and go to the kitchen for something to eat. 

[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 laugh, shaking my head as they run off. I wondered if demons knew they smelt like sulphur. Surprisingly, Nero’s was faint enough that I didn’t notice. Maybe that was a perk of being a white-eyed demon. I mull it over while I’m in the shower. As I clean off, I think about needing to take Nero to their place so they can either gather more clothes or get what they need done. Mildly, I wonder if Nero would consider getting a second wardrobe, but I let the thought flow from my head. It was perhaps too soon to shower Nero with gifts.

	I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself before entering the closet. The smell of syrup, bacon, and fresh coffee greets me as I examine my suits. I’m torn between grey or simple black, so I leave to fetch a cup of coffee.