Kail seemed less than content with the request of his long-time friends and roommate, and announced his displeasure openly.<b> “If it bothers you so much, you move it!  Otherwise, I’ll do it when I’m good and ready!”</b>He shouted.<br/><br/><b>“Damn,”</b>he added under his breath, just for good measure.<br/>Graeme sure could be pushy sometimes.  Although, right now was probably a good time for him to be; their new roommate would be here at any moment to see the place.<br/><br/>Not that Kail cared much of what it looked like.  He was currently plopped on the sofa sketchy something in dark, chalky pastels, making quite the mess all over his smock and the couch.<br/><br/>His appearance was completely opposite that of his friend’s; Kail was messy and unkempt and little seemed to concern him in the least.  He was dressed in light-wash jeans, random self-made tears adorning the thigh and knee areas.  A variety of belts, buckles, necklaces and rings were also a part of his current wardrobe.  Underneath a once cream colored smock—now paint encrusted—was a black tee shirt with some stains of its own.<br/><br/>He gnawed obnoxiously on the pencil in his mouth as he grunted at the image he was creating.<br/><b><br/>
“Can’t you see I’m trying to work here?  Fuck.  Get off my ass.”</b>