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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 grateful for the assist with his hair, bending his knees and back so Cassi can reach it easier. He gives a soft chuckle when she mentions the teasing again. [color=F7941D]“But… How will I ever learn, [i]Madame Alistair[/i]?”[/color] He puts on a thick French accent while saying her name which might offend any actual French people who heard it. It doesn’t matter to him though, he just loves to get a smile out of Cassi. 

[color=F7941D]“Also, I’m thinking you might need more lessons too.”[/color] He pinches her sides gently in a teasing manner as she tries to adjust her clothes.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Adler Planetarium - Chicago, IL
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Nero nods, chuckling along with Caden. [color=#9B111E]“I wonder how flying in space would go for a dragon? And what sort of spacesuit one would need for that.”[/color] They can’t help but tease as they pat Caden’s hand with their free one before they stand with him.

[color=#9B111E]“[i]Now[/i] it’s gift shop time.”[/color] They say as they grab Caden’s hand and start to pull them out of the little theater. They can’t remember if he had promised them to any other shows, but they did see some earrings that looked interesting before.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Garden of the Gods - Chicago, IL
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Kiki’s heart feels like it skips a beat when Avery smiles up at her and her nose crinkles as she tries to nervously smile back without blushing. When he chuckles and his hand drifts, she wants to say forget about it and climb into his lap, but she restrains herself. [color=FFF79A]“If I can win at least one round of a spar with you.”[/color] She says, eyes shifting to his lips before looking back at his eyes.

[color=FFF79A]“I don’t have any ideas for what we win, though… but you can’t choose rifling through my underwear drawer again at least.”[/color] The way his eyes dances both thrills and scares her as she absentmindedly pulls part of her bottom lip between her teeth.