[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dining Pavilion
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Demetri couldn't help but notice the frown on Zeke's face. It was hard not to when they were so close together. Zeke's question stabbed Demi as if each word were a knife aimed right at his chest. The annoyance was clear in his tone as he asked him not to mother him. He could feel a knot beginning to form in his throat, unable to even respond to him at the moment. Zeke hadn't moved his hand, one he barely even noticed he'd placed, but that could easily be due to Janelle's sudden question about this morning's antics. Zeke's answer left much to be desired, mostly because it felt as if he was still trying to hide something. But if that was the case then why so boldly sit at Zeus's table?

Demi wasn't sure what to say, simply sitting there attentively looking at the conversation but not fully participating in it. He felt Zeke's leg press into his, and with the whirlwind of emotions now swirling inside of him he couldn't tell if he should stay or go. He didn't want to upset Zeke any further, and he felt as if he was treading thin ice as is. So Demi slowly moved his hand off of Zeke's lap, and pulled his leg away enough so that neither could feel the other's pressure but were still close enough to share body heat. If Zeke wanted him to stay, he'd have to make the move to do so. [Color=6666FF]"Right. Just…didn't wanna be lonely is all. Not after last night."[/color] Demi slid his plate over from the other side of the table and placed it in front of Zeke. [Color=6666FF]"Have it. I've lost my appetite"[/color] He said softly as he placed his arms crossed onto the table and rested his chin on them.

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dionysus Table
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian scrunched his nose at the mention of the Counselor meetings topic. While he agreed it was something that needed to be done, he couldn't help but think of that Praetors nasty attitude. [Color=CC00CC]"Word of advice. Pretty sure the Praetor hates us. Either that or she [i]really[/i] dislikes me. I offered up being the liaison and she all but dug me a grave."[/color] Cassian hoped it wasn't the latter, but also feared what it would mean if she hated the god who ran the camp. If that was the reasoning then why did she hate either of them. He thought for a moment, ripping off another piece of toast and decorating it with jams and butter just before he ate it.

Cassian waited until he swallowed before speaking again, taking a sip from his tea. [Color=CC00CC]"Haven't had a chance to see a chariot race, it should be fun. Though if we have to build things…wouldn't Hephaestus cabin be a shoe in? That's kinda their thing and all."[/color] Cassian tried to imagine what a chariot of Dionysus would even look like. Would it be held together by vines or actually structurally sound? Would they simply add motifs to it to honor their godly parenthood? [Color=CC00CC]"Mind if I sit in? Wouldn't mind seeing how it's all done. Granted I never learned how to build anything outside of camp, so I don't really know how much I can help."[/color]