[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]: Grand Central Station [color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr] [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]: Grand Central Station. [color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr] Demi stopped in his tracks as the woman responded to him. A chill ran through his spine as she announced herself as Aphrodite, the tingling sensation doubling over when she declared an interest in his love life. [i]Nothing[/i] good ever came from having her attention on your love life. Blush tinged his cheeks as his hands found their way towards the bottom of his shirt, wringing the fabric and wrinkling it as he thought of what to say. How to act. Before he'd thought this was your average quest monster, hellbent to ruin their day. Now he stood before a goddess, the oldest of them all. Kristin's mention of the amphitheater and use of Hephaestus' kids brought a smile to his face, one that faded soon after. Cassian looked down at his feet as Janelle chimed into the conversation. She seemed to have a pretty pessimistic view on what he was saying. [Color=CC00CC]"Water and Oil don't have to mix together in order to work well with each other. Look at Ramen, it uses both to make a delicious broth and flavorful oil that complement each other in ways having only one couldn't. I'm sure Romans have to deal with something like this all the time. They work as a unit but they're composed of various types of Demi-gods. We can cover each other's weaknesses and highlight each other's strengths. Just have to…try. Ya know?"[/color] Demetri let out a small sigh. It sounded pitiful and love struck as he kept his gaze down for a moment trying to find his voice. [Color=6666FF]"Look…Zeke and I are new to all of this. It's only our first day of dating and already everything's such a mess. You're interested, fine. But could you at least allow it to play out a bit first? Let us have the talks we need to have before forcing me to do so. I just want to be able to be [i]me[/i] for a change. It's been a while since anyone cared to see it…but he does for some reason. Even if he is a bit of an ass. So just…lay off for a bit? Please?"[/color] As if life was trying to send Cassian a sign, no sooner did he give his best speech about working through differences than a complete stranger ruined his shirt. A man wearing Timbs, Jeans, and a jacket, tripped over seemingly nothing (probably those loosely tied shoes) and spilt his entire anchovies pizza all over Cassian's shirt. The child of Dionysus' eyes flared purple for a moment before calming back down. [Color=CC00CC]"Great. Just great. Just what I needed at the start of this quest."[/color] He quickly removed his shirt, swapping it out for a clean one from his bag before tossing the fishy scented one in the nearest bin. No way he was lugging around an anchovy shirt for a week or more inside his bag or on his person.