[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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“Oh, Nic loves nature. I think if there was a way to keep an environment sterile outside, he would set up a hospital outside.” My dad says with a smile as he looks at the photos Cass shows him. “I do have some old paintings of Kiki’s and Lì’s that I can let you borrow. I think your idea of drawing inspiration from them is…” He looks down again, sadness seeping into his posture.

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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 only pout a little when Caden sets me down in my own chair again. [color=#9B111E] “If Caden is an old man, what does that make me?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]“Can you make that one drink I really liked from that time in Spain? I don’t remember what was in it though.”[/color] Kiki says in answer to Caden’s question. [color=fff79a]”As for you, little demon, how old even are you?”[/color] She places her hand in her hand, resting the elbow on the table.

I try to do the math quickly in my head. [color=#9B111E]“Somewhere north of at least 500, I think. Caden’s helping me remember.”[/color] I finally say.