[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi's House – Chicago, IL 
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Cassiopeia was busy drying her hair after finally getting to wash it. She didn't mind the distraction that prolonged the completion of washing her hair fully. In fact she rather enjoyed it. Her eyes kept wandering to Nic as he dressed, and she would blush every time she was caught staring. 

Cass beamed when Nic kissed her forehead before he left her. Her eyes remained on his retreating form until he was gone and she sighed wistfully. 

Free from distractions though, Cassi was able to dry her hair and get it to fall naturally. It wasn't completely dry, but she knew it would dry wavy and natural. After, Cassi dressed comfortably, yet professionally. She didn't want to look like she had just rolled out of bed, even though it was the middle of the night. Or was it the early morning? 

Cassi suddenly felt a little bad for taking the extra time. Caden had been in jail for several hours now. He deserved it, of course, but it didn't stop her from feeling a slight bit of shame. Once she was dressed, she headed downstairs to join Nic. Along the way, Cassi had picked up Calypso and was scratching her head. 

[color=#DB7093]”Did you make toast?”[/color] Cassi asked, slightly amused by Nic's domestic nature.