[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dining Pavilion
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Kristin's question ran round in circles in Demis' head. He hadn't quite pieced it together that she was referring to Zeke and himself until he felt a bit of a nudge coming from Zeke's shoulder. Panic instantly hit him, freezing him in place as he thought about what he'd just done. His heart sank to his stomach as he sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he scoffed at the question as if it was some unbelievable thing. He could feel Zeke's leg still around his, and he was glad to know he hadn't messed up [i]that[/i] much. But before Demi could utter any words, he was walled by the sentence that came next. There was a sharp and quiet gasp. Loud enough for them three to hear but soft enough to be drowned out by the hum of everything else happening around them. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he wished to just get up and run.

Words choked up in his throat as he tried to find what to say. Every failed thought getting caught in a jam that helped form the lump he felt. Finally Demetri got out [Color=6666FF]"Y-you…uh you were going to ask me?"[/color] His usually pale face was now bright red as he looked between Kristin and Zeke. [Color=6666FF]"Heh. Oh um. OK, I don't know if I should answer right now or if you wanted a more private setting or-"[/color] Anxiety and embarrassment was quickly filling inside. He felt hot, as if ever eye at the camp was staring at him waiting to hear. He looked down at the table before once again burying his head into his arms to hide his face. Demi spoke in a low muffled tone towards Zeke. [Color=6666FF]"I'd really like that. If you wanted to, that is."[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dionysus Table
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian was smiling behind his cup as he drank his tea. Of course the whole cabin would have to work together and agree to it, but the idea of joining the games in some form of sibling comradery just rubbed him the right way. Already the tone of this day was shaping up to be much better than the last, especially given what had happened the night before. Chiron began to give off his usual morning announcements while Cassian halfway listened as he ate his food. The centaur shortly stopped his speech, noting that several people were missing for the meeting and was now most likely waiting for their arrival before he could continue onto more pressing matters.

The lul in the speech gave Dean just the opportunity to ask Cassian a question that would easily sour his mood. He rolled a strawberry side to side on his plate with one finger, avoiding Dean's eyes for a moment as he thought of an answer. [Color=CC00CC]"I'm not exactly sure what I think of them to be honest. They're reclusive, secretive, and some of the most entitled untrusted people I've ever met. But on the same coin they lost their home. They're way of living, friends, families, a future as far as they could tell. So it's easy to see why they may act the way they do. Hell being Roman could be no different than being within a closed practice. Father had an entire cult that it's members weren't able to speak about. But their clique-ness makes it hard to get to know any of them. One of them stood out to me though, and I'd like to help her even if I don't know how."[/color] Cassian picked the berry up and took a bite, smiling towards Dean.