[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Outside Police Station – Chicago, IL
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	I chuckle and grab our drinks, thanking the barista before I hand Nero their caramel macchiato. [color=#006400][i]”Noch nicht. Ich habe nichts dagegen, dass du Seide trägst.”[/i][/color]

	I sip my cold coffee, finding it refreshing and rest my arm across Nero’s shoulders once more. I scan the area, looking down either street and up at the tall buildings. I become rather still while my senses extend themselves, looking for anything out of place. For any danger.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL 
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	I blanche when Nic points out my face matching my hair. I swat his hand away, putting the backs of my hands to my cheeks to try and calm myself down. I can’t believe he wants to kiss me again. Or that he mentions it here of all places. 

	[color=#DB7093]”This is vastly inappropriate. You’re supposed to be in mourning,”[/color] I scold. [color=#DB7093]”Go, be with your dad.”[/color] I say and back out the door.

[hider=Translations]Not yet. I don’t mind you wearing silk.[/hider]