[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Travelling – Chicago, IL
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Caden watched Kimiko dart into the bathroom, and stopped himself from running across the room to grab them and throw them back onto the bed. He took a deep breath in before staring up at the ceiling, and shook his head. A smile forms on his face, and Caden walks calmly over to the bathroom door.

[color=#006400]”Mhmm, the bathroom, is nice.”[/color] Caden’s frame took up the doorway, and he just stood there and watched Nero.

The bathroom had a little shower, only big enough for one, a sink and a toilet. It was rather nice for an air bus.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Emporium Arcade and Bar – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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Avery grinned at Kimiko and squeezed her hand. [color=#B0C4DE]”Because your [i]trainer[/i] wants you to be able to do more than just throw an axe,”[/color] Avery said, nudging Kimiko with his elbow.

The instructor for the axe throwing appraised Kimiko, and Avery nearly punched the guy. Avery’s fingers twitched at his side, playing a melody in his head to keep himself distracted while he told the instructor just to teach them both and not worry about what Kimiko might or might not be able to do. Avery understood the person was just doing their job, but it didn’t make Avery any less territorial.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s New Apartment – Chicago, IL 
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Cassiopeia’s stomach fluttered when she watched Nic throw a look in the direction of the apartment before he easily hopped into the van. Her eyes tracked him while her blood pounded in her ears, and goosebumps formed on her skin.

She had backed herself up until she touched the side of the van. Her box was soon gone and Nic’s lips were on hers. Cassi didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and the other slipped into his hair, feeling the impossible softness of his pitch black hair.

They hadn’t been intimate like this for several days, and even though Cassi knew this was a tease that would leave her craving more, she happily fell into it.