[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 cross my arms on the counter to rest on them as I lean forward to match Nic's pose. I look into his eyes, smiling brightly.[color=#DB7093]”When is the traditional cooling-off period between dates?”[/color] I ask them. I was pretty flexible with my time unless I was on an active case. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL
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I glance over at Nero when they threaten me with that option. [color=#006400]”I don’t think I have to worry about that [i]mein kleiner Kobold[/i],”[/color] I say, my voice laced with unwavering confidence, and rest a hand on their leg. I’m certain that I have done enough to secure Nero for a while.

I concentrate on driving and slow down as Avery and the SUV come into view. He picked a good, secluded location that wouldn’t have too many eyes.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] A block away from Orisis – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I’m standing outside, leaning against the SUV, when Caden finally shows up. I push away from the vehicle and open up the front passenger door for Nero. I smile at them as they get out.

[color=#B0C4DE]”How was supper?”[/color] I ask Nero. I know I hadn’t known Nero for very long or that well, but I saw what they did for Caden. That alone showed me they were good — even though they were a demon. Caden was always a good judge of character, and that was usually fine by me. Usually.