<div align="center"><em>Mr. D &amp; Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>The camp director drank down his coke, but suddenly coughed and spurt some out onto the window sill. He choked on the bubbly liquid. Who ever had been fantasizing about him all night was doing it again, not even ten minutes after the last one. The god knew the only way he could see these images were because the person wanted him to. They might not of known that they were praying to him, but they were and Mr. D was not very happy with it. Probably some teenaged girl that was new to the camp and was swooning over the idea of a God.<br/><br/>The image was of himself in this very room and touching himself. At least he was thankful that it didn't involve Chiron this time. Girls always went a little 'centaur crazy' the first few weeks. Silly mortal emotions and ideas. Now he knew it wasn't some new girl. It was someone that knew the inside of this building, at least the basics of it. How dare an older camper think that way of him?! They knew that even thinking about praying to a God usually allowed the prayer to go through. That didn't mean it would be acted on, but the God or Goddess would hear it, or in this case see it, if the feeling behind it was powerful enough.<br/><br/>Whoever it was was wanting something. They wanted pleasure and release, "Just cum already," he snapped and crushed the Diet Coke can in his first before throwing it at the trash can.<br/><br/>"Now that's not something you hear everyday walking into a kitchen," Chiron trotted in and picked up the can as it landed on the floor, "I figured that you of all people would know that it's bad to litter."<br/><br/>"Don't start with me, Hay Breath," he snapped, "Some camper is screwing with me," outside the window, very close to Desmond, Mr. D's anger caused a few vines to sprout from the ground and creep up the side of the building and into the window.<br/><br/>"Oh?" the centaur swatted away a few of the vines that had started across the floor.<br/><br/>"At the dinner someone put a wine soaked flower into the fire and sent a prayer to me to...to...it wasn't respectful," he leaned against the counter, "Then they did it a second time at the bonfire," only he left out that Chiron had been involved in the visions as well, "And now again a moment ago. They want me to allow them to release."<br/><br/>Chiron perked an eyebrow, "Release?"<br/><br/>"Don't pretend you don't know what it means, Centaur."<br/><br/>"Then just grant them the request and be done with it," Chiron shrugged, "I don't see what the big deal is."<br/><br/>"I don't need<em>children</em>fancying me and I did grant it, didn't you hear me tell them to just get it over with?" he crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm going to bed," he stormed out of the room, neither of them aware that Desmond was just outside the window. It seemed so silly that two men as old and experienced as them would miss something like that, but it was the first day of camp and they were both tired.