[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I grin and nuzzle them so I’m close to their ear. [color=#006400]”I’ll meet you in the pool,”[/color] I whisper.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I’m in the back for a while, having fallen down a rabbit hole of reorganizing and checking inventory. I wouldn’t call myself an avoider, but I definitely am right now.

	I had only known Nic for a couple of days now, yet I had become irrevocably wrapped up with him. He wanted us to train him, to help him protect humans caught in the supernatural crosshairs. I’m supposed to tattoo him and his father. And probably his girlfriend. Why the hell didn’t he say anything to me? Why the hell did he kiss me? Probably in an open relationship. I was in one of those once. It was way too much of a headache. It was fun in the beginning, but it got complicated really quickly — no way I was doing that again.

	I’ve aggressively cleaned and reorganized the entire back room while my brain went off on several different lines of tangents. I come back up to the front nearly forty-five minutes later to another text from Nic.

	[color=#DB7093][i]I don’t have my sketchbook on me right now. I’m at work.[/i][/color]