[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Nic&Ren's Apartment – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#DB7093]"Yes, it'll be a bit cumbersome to carry. Do you just want to look for something for Caden and Nero's ceremony, or do you want to do a bit of shopping for the conference in Montana, as well?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.marrakechil.com/]Marrakech[/url] ---> Driving – Chicago, IL
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Caden had one hand on top of the steering wheel with his other relaxed over the centre console. He didn't have his hand on Nero's leg this time, but he was brushing his fingers along their skin from time to time. Nero's words pulled Caden from his silent thoughts, and he glanced down at the small hand that rested on his thigh. Caden chuckled and shifted his free hand to rest more completely on Nero's leg.

[color=#006400]"It seems you are right, my darling little imp. How do you think we should break in your new living space? Should I grab my violin? Or perhaps we'll need to relocate the cats for a few hours?"[/color] The idea of keeping Nero locked in their room for hours, taking them on every surface until both of them were drained was dangerously appealing. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House - Chicago, IL 
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Avery smiled, his lips brushing along Kimiko's soft skin. His hands roamed under her dress, growing tired of the thing being on her body.

[color=#B0C4DE]"Mmm, you could always write it down. Or write me a song,"[/color] he teased her. Of course, Avery had shown her the song he had written for her, but it wasn't the only song. Avery felt more vulnerable playing his music for her than speaking to her like this. It was strange, but Avery's music was an extension of his soul. Sharing that with someone was like cracking himself open for the world to pull apart and judge.

[color=#B0C4DE]"But in the meantime,"[/color] Avery said, his voice turning gruff. [color=#B0C4DE]"I think there is another way you can express to me how I make you feel."[/color] He nudged Kimiko until he found her lips and kissed her deeply, done with talking.