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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Ren & Nic’s Apartment - Chicago, IL
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Nic washes his hands and wipes his chin before heading back to the table. He can hear his dad answer Cassi, [b]“You’re so sweet to keep checking in on me, dear. I’m alright - Wayland being here is already helping me. I know you and my son are working diligently on my behalf and I really appreciate it. You’ll make a fine wife for my son, I’m sure of it.”[/b] He reaches out and pats Cassi on the arm with a smile. 

[color=F7941D]“Dad…”[/color] Nic says with red ears. [color=F7941D]“Stop trying to make her your daughter-in-law before I’ve even proposed.”[/color]

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Marrakech - Chicago, IL
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Nero chuckles, walking with a skip in their step as the two head for the car. [color=#9B111E]“Nope!”[/color] They chirp, one arm linked with Caden’s while the other has the cake tucked safely  against them. [color=#9B111E]“I have my sweets and I have my dragon. Who could ask for anything more?”[/color]

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden & Nero’s House - Chicago, IL
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Kiki’s bites her lip, embarrassed about showing this much vulnerability with anyone and feeling as though she needs to dive under a pile of pillows or a blanket. [color=FFF79A]“Worship?”[/color] She squeaks out breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes away from how Avery kisses her hand. 

[color=FFF79A]“Showing emotion has always been hard for me…”[/color] She adds softly, in agreement with his words, but also afraid to admit it. Her heart pounds, echoing in her ears as her face feels as hot as the surface of the sun. She closes her eyes, resuming biting her lip. Why is it so hard for her to share her feelings?