Today was as mundane as most of his days; nothing special or out of the ordinary.  Oh, well there was that thing Graeme mentioned.  Ah, he could not remember for the life of him.  What was happening today that was such a big deal?  No matter, he was sure Graeme would come in barking a reminder in due time.<br/><br/>The tall brunette was seated comfortably on the sofa, planted before a small easel on which was a large pallet of paper.  He was carefully making light strokes with his pencil; never erasing, but rather encircling each mistake with a new line creating a rather messy image.  His green eyes were suddenly concealed with an angry, lowered lid.  His eyebrows were clenched in the most hideous way possible as he snapped his pencil in half.<br/><b>“Disastrous,”</b>he mumbled,<b>“It’s completely disastrous.”</b><br/><br/>The young man was obviously disgruntled and very unsatisfied with his work.  This was typical behavior of the moody youth; he was always frustrated at something or other.  Graeme usually could soothe all of this pent-up anger with, well, let’s be honest: favors of a carnal nature, of course.  Did they not soothe everyone?<br/><br/>Kail was dressed comfortably in loose jeans and a slightly snug black tank top.  He wasn’t wearing any shoes; but his socks were still on.  Various jewelry and tattoos adorned his mildly tanned flesh—he was your regular badass moody artist.  And he did this persona very, very well.<br/><br/>With all of this things strewn about the room, he was sure Graeme would be here in no time to chew his ass.  If only it was in a more literal sense, then all would be well.  In fact, he would welcome this ass-chewing with vigor and enthusiasm.<br/><br/>After a few moments staring at the image, he took it off of the easel and crumpled it, throwing it on the floor without care.<b>  “Hmph.”</b>