[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Driving - Cary, IL
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I nod, thinking that it makes sense. [color=F7941D]“Yeah, I’m usually able to subdue someone without too much effort, so you won’t have to expose yourself with your magic.”[/color] I convince her, reaching over to rest my hand on her leg again as I drive.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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Smiling a bit, I start back on the weights like he had shown me. When I start hearing hits landing, I use the mirror to watch Avery. I was still curling the weights, but I was definitely entranced by his fighting technique. My da and I would regularly go see boxing matches as I was growing up and I loved watching fights. At one point I even convinced my da to let me start boxing. It turned out I was terrible at it, so we kept to just watching it after that.

As if I hadn’t already been a depraved idiot most of the day, I found myself excited from watching him move around the bag. When it shatters, I blink and shake my head, refocusing on the weights. It’s not easy though - I could really much rather watch Avery’s muscles as they flex with each move he makes.