[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/598409965438369802/image0.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:   Ship: Top Deck
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Demetri looked over at Alannah and Marygold after having finished emptying what little food remained in his stomach. He continued to dry heave for a few moments, his stomach convulsing as it attempted to free more debris. When he finally stopped he simply turned to the pair and waved weakly at them. Demetri viewed them with a thousand yard stare as his mind continued to think on the bigger questions of life. [Color=6666FF]"Think I'll take you up on that..."[/color] There was no sarcasm, no hint of disdain, or mockery. No witty comment, or brash insult. It was very uncharacteristically not Demetri. He turned his gaze towards the stairs that would lead him into the rooms, knowing no amount of time in the sickbay could fix this issue.


As he made his way down the stairs he saw a whole gaggle of Demi-gods. Andy, Arthur, Rebecca, and even Jason, all standing about talking and he could catch the ending sound of laughter. He was glad to see his sister enjoying herself, his thoughts preoccupied with conflict to notice how Des was missing, rationalizing that she was likely in her room. He gave a weak smile and wave towards the group, largely looking at Rebecca and Andy and fully ignoring Jason's presence. Demetri didnt say anything as he passed them, remaining silent as he made his way into his room to sit down and attempt to relax his mind.