[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Dining Pavilion: Zeus Table -- Camp Half-Blood
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	Ezekiel’s eye was still watering pretty badly from the bean assault. He blinked a couple of times and rubbed it with his knuckle but it was still irritated so, he just covered it with his hand and looked around with one eye. It threw his depth perception off and he wondered how Demi learned to manage. Janelle said her goodbyes and Ezekiel was presented with bacon from Demetri’s plate; although, Demetri looked less than enthused but Zeke didn’t think it was because he was losing bacon. In fact, Demi didn’t look hungry at all as he rested his chin on his arms on the table.
	Ezekiel couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Demetri’s attitude. At this point Ezekiel didn’t think Demetri would believe Ezekiel’s feelings even if he stood on the table and proclaimed them to the entire camp. In five minutes Demetri would find something to have doubts about Ezekiel’s proclamation and sabotage himself. Ezekiel reached for the bacon but Kristin snaked it from him. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”It hurts,”[/color] he said. [color=#EEE8AA]”What to kiss it better?”[/color] he asked Kristin in a joking manner. He shifted his weight and pressed his leg back against Demetri’s and even went as far to hook his foot around Demetri’s ankle, hoping to deter the boy from pulling away again. 
	Ezekiel finished eating up his meal before speaking again. [color=#EEE8AA]”What do you have planned for the day, Kristin? Chiron and Mr. D haven’t said anything about the rest of us doing something while the others are on their quests have they?”[/color] Ezekiel wondered if they should investigate more into the Elidon thing more or if that situation was mute now. On occasion it did seem like the camp just brushed certain things under the metaphorical rug in hopes that it would go away or something. Which was rather Greek of them if one thought about it.