[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Walking – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#DB7093]”To go I think. That way we can have more time to comb through the video you have,”[/color] she decided. 

Cassiopeia slipped her hand into Nic's while they walked, mulling over his words. 

[color=#DB7093]”I wouldn't mind seeing you punch Caden in the face… but no, you don't need to do that. I feel… off. I don't know how I feel. We had lunch after we killed the Redcaps and it was good, better than when he initially came over, but I'm not really sure yet.”[/color]