[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Osiris Oasis - Chicago, IL
[b][color=#9B111E]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I hide my face in Caden’s chest as he carries me off somewhere else and stay there until he starts pulling my hair loose. I’m horrified to find that I’m still crying and rub angrily at my eyes before I remember I’m wearing makeup. I groan in frustration when I look at my hands and find black eyeliner and mascara covering them. [color=#9B111E]“Why is it coming to the surface [i]now[/i] though?”[/color] I finally meet Caden’s eyes and the floodgates open. 

I can’t remember ever [i]crying[/i] before as a demon, let alone sobbing, but it seemed like a common occurrence whenever I’m with Caden. [color=#9B111E]“Why are you so damn observant?”[/color] My tone is bitter, but only because I feel like I keep messing everything up no matter what I try to do. I’m not angry with Caden - how could I be when he has the perfect response each and every time?

[color=#9B111E][i]“Ich wollte nur einen lustigen, normalen Abend mit meinem Jungen verbringen.”[/i][/color] I mumble.

[hider=Translations] I just wanted to have a fun, normal night with my boyfriend [/hider]

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] In the Car - Chicago, IL
[b][color=FFF79A]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I wince when the music starts blasting and immediately go to turn it down. [color=FFF79A]“How does that not kill your head?”[/color] I ask condescendingly. [color=FFF79A]“You don’t need to blast music, you can just say, ‘Kiki, I don’t want to make small talk.’”[/color] I huff before I reach into the back to grab the top I was wearing earlier and pulling it on. [i]Would it kill this guy to learn some manners?[/i]

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s Apartment - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Dressed for bed, I flop onto it, sighing happily at how comfortably I fit in my bed compared to the couch. Cass finally responds and I grin, taking note of the delay. [color=F0A06B][i]Was it the selfie that sold it?[/i][/color] I ask cheekily. I take another selfie, but I hold the phone low so that I can fake multiple chins. 

[color=F0A06B][i]Cause if not, this one certainly will[/i][/color]