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[center][h1][color=6666FF]Demetri Howell[/color][/h1]  
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[color=6666FF]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
[color=6666FF]Skills[/color]: Singing[/center]  
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Demi snickered at Aster's declaration. [Color=6666FF]”Hey man, what you and Marco do in your spare time is none of my business. You go ahead and oversee whatever you want to.”[/color] Another chortle escaping him before he dug into his quiche a bit more. Rolling his eyes at the concept of dying to some eggs over some supernatural killer that only rises every so many years or whatever the legend now was. Either way the only [i]real[/i] reaction he seemed to get was from Zeke, or well…his new boyfriend. Cute. 

He waved away the concerns about Epi-pens and food allergies. He wasn't exactly weak enough to have such allergies. Who would be? [Color=6666FF]”Marco is the god of cooking and Aster of water sports, whatever more could we uncover? And I'm fine Z, I'm not allergic to eggs or dumb enough to not know what's in a quiche. Though with how stiff this lot is you'd think the killer already arrived and murdered their sense of humor.”[/color] Everyone seemed content to figure out what their place was in all this, Demi was content to let them. If they needed him he'd help, otherwise why waste a perfectly good vacation?