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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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Kiki lets out a small shriek of surprise when Avery turns around and wraps his strong arms around her. [color=FFF79A]“Aw, shucks.”[/color] She says sheepishly, letting her eyes cross a little as he kisses her nose. A light blush covers her cheeks from her nickname. 

[color=FFF79A]“Where are we heading today?”[/color] She asks as she sits on the deck to start her own stretches.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Mandarin Oriental Hotel – New York City, New York
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[b][color=#9B111E]Fit:[/color][/b] Dark Grey Sleep Shirt[/center]
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Nero laughs, nuzzling into Caden’s hold. [color=#9B111E]“Oh, that would have certainly stayed. That has to be engrained in me.”[/color] They place a kiss on Caden’s chest. 

[color=#9B111E]“At least I found you.”[/color] Nero says with a happy sigh.

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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Nic & Ren’s  Apartment - Chicago, IL
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Nic’s busy getting the ingredients out of the fridge. He turns around to look at Cass. [color=F7941D]“Oh, hmm… Did you want to check out the terrace a little more to get an idea for that? I wanted to go get some wood and supplies today so I could build a custom bookshelf in my bedroom, so we could pick up anything we might need for planters too.”[/color] He sets the food out and grabs some pans, rinsing them off and drying them before placing them on the stove.

[color=F7941D]“How would your eggs today?”[/color] He asks, turning around again to look at her. If she didn’t want to do that, there were all the sentimental albums and scrapbooks from his dad’s place that could be put away as well.