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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 had gotten off the counter after a certain point, putzing around the kitchen while Marco cooked for everyone, the aroma’s wafting over him and making him even more hungry than he was already. He began to rifle through a series of drawers, eventually stumbling upon a pair of scissors tucked away inside one. Zeke’s shirt was nice, and he loved how it smelled like him, but it wasn’t exactly his style and had way too much length for either of the boys to wear. So, Demi took the shirt off, measuring roughly around where he wanted to crop the shirt off so that if Zeke ever got the shirt back he would get to show off a bit of his body while doing so. Though he doubted Zeke would get it back, he’d just have to give Zeke one of his own shirts. A trade for each to keep and remember the other with while they were apart. Demi began the careful cuts, his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, as he began snipping off the bottom quarter of the shirt so that the new hem lay just atop the hem of his pants, but if his hands ever raised, the shirt would expose his stomach. That was much more comfortable, he thought to himself as he tucked the remaining shirt scrap into his pocket for later use. Finally it seemed that Dinner was ready, and Demi groaned with happiness. [color=6666FF]”Ugh, finally. Spent all this time teasing me with your juicy meat and now I can finally sit down and enjoy it.”[/color] He said with a playful grin as he leaned over the counter and began to ring the dinner bell. A sudden chill running through him as he felt his hairs stand on end and he quickly looked around towards every window and exit in sight. He felt as though he was being watched, the second time he had had this feeling that day. 

[color=6666FF]”You’re psyching yourself up Howell, you saw the lake yourself, it was calm and fine.”[/color] Demi whispered to himself as he tried to calm down a little bit. Sure there was the chance that it had been bubbling and they just didn’t see it or notice it. Or perhaps it only bubbled when he was right about to attack and some out of the murky depths. Who knew, he didn’t, but stressing over it wasn’t going to help anyone. Still…Demi pocketed the scissors, better safe than sorry he told himself. Zeke came in and gave him a kiss. [color=6666FF]”I was the taste tester, I let the chef do all the real cooking. Besides, I know how to make a meal or two ok?”[/color] Demi kissed Zeke’s cheek back, running his hand down Zeke’s arm softly as he smiled. [color=6666FF]”You’re fine Z. I get it, she’s your sis and you feel the need to be protective. I’m just here to tell you when you’re being a little overbearing and should spend more time with me instead.”[/color] He had a mischievous grin about him as he said that before motioning back into the kitchen where Marco was. [color=6666FF]”C’mon, lets go get some grub. I’m starving and that meanie in there refused to let me eat before everyone else. I only wanted to have like…five burgers. Is that too much to ask?”[/color]