[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Arena  -- Camp Half-Blood
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	Ezekiel looked away from Demetri when he put the eye away, ceasing the temptation Zeke had to throw it. His eyes wandered over to Janelle and Jason again. He wondered what they were talking about but Demetri’s tone caught Zeke’s attention and he looked back. Demetri didn’t look too pleased about the prophecies or maybe it was because Ezekiel’s attention was divided. Zeke didn’t really care either way. Demetri knew how Zeke felt about their “relationship” and publicly speaking wasn’t on the list of acceptable behaviour. 
	It fell silent between the two of them and Zeke looked back at the fire, seeing that it was under control again. He moved his guitar back onto his knee to start playing again when Demetri spoke up. Zeke huffed a sigh, looking at the demi-god with dull brown eyes and black hair. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Unless I’m forced, I’m not going on another quest. I’d like a break,”[/color] Zeke told Demetri. Demetri wanted to talk though. When did he not want to talk? Ezekiel looked around, not seeing the Romans anywhere near the fire. He sighed and stood, setting his guitar aside. [color=#EEE8AA]”Fine, let’s take a lap but we aren’t going far.”[/color] Zeke wasn’t going on the next death mission but if his half-sister or current crush was going, he sure as Hades wanted to know about it.