[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s Apartment – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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Cass had barely any time to register Nic's movements, her focus on his lips and his hands. The groan he made because of her had her toes curling. She slid her leg up his once she was on her back, her stomach tightening when Nic's hand brushed against her stomach. And then he was pulling away and she was sitting up.

Cassi felt a head rush from the change in position, and from being heavy in the moment and then nothing. The growl Nic emanated didn't help the sensations still crawling over her skin from Nic's touch. Cassiopeia stood from the couch and pulled her hair back quickly into a bun before she stood and retrieved her glass of water. She drank the whole thing before Ren walked into the kitchen and Cassi started organizing dishes into a cupboard, choosing the one near the fridge.

Her entire body was still electrified from Nic, and she was very aware of his presence. She had to keep herself busy in order to keep her mind busy.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Death & Co – New York City, Manhattan Island New York
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Caden rested his arm behind Nero, looking over the menu with them. [color=#006400][i]Woher kommt Ihre Wertschätzung für Musik?"[/i][/color] Caden asked them curiously. His fingers lightly stroked Nero's shoulder. 

Nero had picked the composer they wanted to hear when Caden had played the violin for them that first time, and he was curious to know if that was something Nero had always loved, or developed a like for music after they had become a demon.

[Hider=translations]Where does your appreciation for music come from?[/hider]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Emporium Arcade and Bar – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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Avery stopped when he finds the skeet-ball, and let go of Kimiko's hand. [color=#B0C4DE]"Little wolf? Hmm, maybe. What would my nickname be though I wonder."[/color]