[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dd0461de-8cb3-42c1-9c8b-1f4609b78398.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Zeus Cabin [color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center][hr][hr] Demi was raring and waiting, about to lick the palm of Zeke's hand as he clasped it over his mouth to keep him from going on about how he would manage to successfully sneak into Apollo Cabin without Hedge knowing. Alas, Zeke removed his hand just in the knick of time, leaving Demi standing there, tongue out, and disappointed that he couldn't gross out his boyfriend once more in defiance. [Color=6666FF]”Next time maybe you could use something else to keep my mouth from talking.”[/color] he said with a wink before looking at Sera who had moved on to talk about the Pegasi at camp. Demi made a big X with his arms alongside a buzzer noise. [Color=6666FF]”I can't go near those beasts. Everyone thinks ‘oh but you're a child of Zeus you must love to be in the sky’. I hate it. Unless I'm the one doing the actual flying, I get such bad vertigo it makes me feel like I'm bout to chunder. Almost feels like when they were makin me in a little Demi-God pot they were taking the piss.”[/color] That's when Demi noticed Zeke's steps were slowing down, while Kiera and Sera made their way towards getting food, Demi hung back with his boyfriend for a bit. [Color=6666FF]”Oye Big and Little Blue, go on without us we'll catch up later k?”[/color] He turned to face Zeke, clasping both hands in his. [Color=6666FF]”You ok Z? If it's about me looking like your siblings, don't worry I won't, though if it's about this trial…maybe don't go? We aren't Roman, it isn't our place. To be honest…I don't even know if [i]I'll[/i] go. I knew Leandra back at New Rome. She wasn't like the monster we met in the Hotel. She helped me, and…I don't think I could stand to watch them do whatever it is they're going to do…”[/color] Demi wanted to say more, to say she wasn't bad and how she had been bullied by the other senate members a lot, and how she had nothing nice to say about Nancy, but he knew that would cross a line.