[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 picked away at his meal, saving a couple of the better sausages for an offering. Ezekiel didn’t normally leave his father an offering, figuring it was really the only revenge he could get over his father but Ezekiel was in a good mood so he saved those pieces. Ezekiel paused in his eating to drink some of his juice when he spotted Demetri walking over to him. He seemed a little out of sorts and this made Ezekiel smirk. 
	Demetri sat down, his brilliant blue eyes meeting Ezekiel’s own and Zeke just grinned when Demi asked if he was lost. Zeke looked deeply into Demetri’s eyes, his real one and his modified one. He was glad Demetri decided to keep the true colour today rather than the brown. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”I only get lost when I look into your eyes,”[/color] Zeke said and winked before he took a sip of his juice. Ezekiel was just cutting into his french toast when Kristin rudely joined them.
	[color=#EEE8AA]”We’re in public and I’ll just make the excuse that Demi’s going to be sitting alone for a few days or weeks until Andy returns. Doesn’t seem fair that he has to sit alone just because his dad is a walking dick,”[/color] Zeke explained to Kristin. He popped in a piece of french toast and chewed it before covering his mouth. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”I’m good,”[/color] he said and glanced at Demi so he could answer. Kristin then called out to Janelle and Ezekiel looked up, choking on his meal a bit. He coughed, pounding his chest until the bread dislodged and he could swallow. For the love of Hera, was everyone just going to be joining the misfit table this morning?