[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s Apartment - Chicago, IL
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I put my head in my hands, shaking it while doing so. [color=F7941D] “Dad, please don-[/color]

“Any number of grandchildren would be most welcome.” My dad says diplomatically. “Or adopted grandchildren - I know the kids these days are big on that.”

I blink in surprise at that answer, not really expecting my dad to be chill about number of grandchildren. Growing up, he and mom had been so pushy on both me and my sister to get married and have kids of our own. As welcome as the change is, it concerns me a little that it’s only changed [i]now[/i].

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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I pout. [color=#9B111E]“No fair.”[/color] I mumble before I get distracted by dessert. 

[color=fff79a]“Lemon and blueberry tarts.”[/color] Kiki announces before I can guess. I greedily try mine and grin at the nice balance of sweet and tart the dessert has.

I peer at the werewolf as I nibble. [color=fff79A]”Avery, if you were to give me an exercise routine, what would it be?”[/color]