[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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I walked to the back door and opened it, only to find that Kimiko was still following me. I stopped and turned around to face her. [color=#B0C4DE]”Well, I believe Nero is wanting to become more human. Traditionally speaking, being human comes with social anxieties of needing to feel accepted. Now, as much as I would enjoy company in my shower, I don’t think you want a second shower.”[/color] I look Kimiko up and down before I speak again. [color=#B0C4DE]”Do you own leather?”[/color] I ask before I even think about what I’m asking.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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I take Nero’s hand when they continue to declare I don’t own t-shirts and lead them into the closet. I take them over to one of my drawers and open it up to reveal t-shirts of every colour. [color=#006400]”Polos, cotton, nylon. All sorts. Now, which ones are you going to steal from me?”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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Nic doesn’t even get a full knock on the door before I throw my front door open and wrap my arms around his neck. [color=#DB7093]”Are you okay? What did Kimiko say? I told her not to bombard you with information or questions. Did she bombard you, did she freak you out, are you okay?”[/color]

I slid my arms back to place my hands on Nic’s face as I talked. I search his face for my answers, making sure he is both okay emotionally as well as physically. It didn’t look like he did any sparring with Avery or Caden.