[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Grateful that she still made me a cup, I force a smile but know that it didn’t reach my eyes. When she tells me the cat likes me, it takes a good amount of self control not to pick up Wayland and squeeze him in a hug, reminding myself why I was in this shop. I clear my throat to tell her my name when the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

I side eye him as the girl and Caden speak. A well-dressed [i]and[/i] attractive man. He approaches and I can see he’s not much shorter than me, we were almost eye to eye with each other. His confidence practically oozes off of his warm brown skin. I swallow a bit of the tea to help steady my nerves while he bends over to pick up the other cat. 

[color=F0A06B]”I… don’t know where else to go, to be honest.”[/color] I confess, turning my attention back to the girl. Chewing on my bottom lip, I try to think how to phrase the next part. [color=F0A068]“A-a friend suggested I might find answers here. I’m sorry to say you’re my last resort.”[/color] I smiled sadly before sitting down, feeling exhausted.

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[center][h1][color=2f0002]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=2f0002]Location:[/color] Hell Maybe[/b] 
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Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, Crowley didn’t respond. I rolled my eyes, sighing, before I asked, [color=2f0002]”Vat do you vant?”[/color] Brushing the remains of my nail cleaning off my lap, I stand up and walk across the room. I feign interest in anything other than the pompous jackass. [color=2f0002]“You might be zee King of Hell right now, but I am under no obligation to lishtink.”[/color] With the last part of my sentence, I pick up my knife and lazily point it at him. 

“Cut the shit,” He responds. “We all know your accent isn’t that thick.” 

Making a pouting face, I roll my eyes again. [color=2f0002]“You’re no fun.”[/color] I place the knife back on the shelf and face Crowley, holding my hands behind my back and lightly kicking the ground with one of my feet. [color=2f0002]“Seriously though, why are you here.” [/color]

“We have a problem.” Crowley tells me. “Somehow, one of the little… [i]pets[/i] has escaped and is enjoying a buffet of humans.” 


[hider=Translation of Written Accent] “What do you want?” “You might be the King of Hell right now, but I am under no obligation to listen.”[/hider]