Name: Daniel Lillevold
Age: 23
Race: Human
Bio: Daniel was raised in a strictly Christian home, and is the youngest of 3 boys. On his 16th birthday his father beat him and kicked him out after Daniel announced he was gay. He wandered on the streets for a couple months before a wealthy young prodigy, Nick Harson, took him in on the condition that Daniel would only serve as his sex partner. From the help of Nick's payments, Daniel eventually moved out into his own apartment and managed to get a job as a file clerk for a major paper company.

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It was late in the evening and a cool breeze blew around the striped canopy overhanging the tables outside the downtown cafe. Daniel sat alone at one of the tables, leaning back in his chair to enjoy the breeze as it ruffled lightly through his hair. He like to come here to relax after a stressful day at work. Monday was always full of nonstop running to deliver files and stacks of papers leftover from the lazy file clerk who took over on weekends. Daniel never complained though. He simply had to remind himself that it was better than living with Nick, always stuck in the house and being subject to his former lover's fetishes. He would gladly take pushing papers any day over that.

Daniel sighed in content and stretched his arms over his head, then leaned forward to take a sip from his coffee. The drink was growing colder from sitting there so long, but he didn't mind. He liked cold coffee as much as hot coffee. He stirred the straw around in in the cup absently while he looked around once more, then went still as he caught sight of another young man walking toward the cafe from the other side of the street.

Those big, blue eyes framed by the ridiculous, yet cute, glasses caught his attention first. Then he took in the rich chestnut hair and slight frame covered by a loose striped shirt and black pants. If Waldo had a sexy twin brother, that guy would definitely be him, Daniel thought with a sheepish grin as he watched the other cross the street.

Name: Kaleb Russell.
Age: 22.
Race: Human.
Bio: Kaleb grew up with his mother. He graduated high school early, and went to college at age sixteen. He, then, graduated with a degree in modeling. So, he travels the world, returning home every now and again to see his mother.
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Kaleb held onto his bag as he entered the cafe. He walked to the counter, took out a five, and ordered a large tea, no cream, extra sugar, and a lemon wedge. He smiled and wiggled around slightly as he waited, looking like he had a few ants crawling all over him. He gratefully took his tea, paid, and sat next to an open window. Setting his bag next to him, he took out his notebook, and began sketching. He sketched his tea, his bag, and looked around the cafe, searching for something to sketch.

Immediately, he saw a man. He looked a bit older, but not as much. His blond hair framed his face. His figure was satisfying, and Kaleb smiled gently. He slowly drew the man, adding much detail, and glancing up many times. He finished up with some charcoal, and then added light colour. Signing his name, he got up and walked over to the man, bringing his bag with him.

He blushed as he approached the older man, and sat down across from him. "Uh, excuse me," he smiled, and slid the journal of art to the man. "Do you like it? I hope you don't mind I drew you..."

Daniel had almost dismissed the other after seeing the young man disappear into the cafe, simply resigning himself to the fact that he'd probably never see the young man again, until the very person sat down in front of him. He blinked at the blushing young man over the straw in his his mouth, then set the cup down and nodded. "Uh, sure," he answered, reaching out to take the sketch book. Drew him? When had the other done that? He hadn't even noticed.

Nonetheless, Daniel found himself staring at his own face, outlined in charcoal and faint colors. It was of himself, sitting in this spot drinking his coffee. And it wasn't half bad. He gazed at it for a long moment, then glanced up at the other. "This is good..." he commented, then saw the name signed in the corner. "...Kaleb," he finished with a small smile at the other.

Kaleb beamed and clapped, happy he made yet another picture someone liked. "I graduated art college, for painting, and I decided to work on my drawing," he explained, fiddling with a pencil and staring at the table. He had never really approached anyone he thought was attractive, until today. "I-I'm Kaleb!" he looked up quickly, his hair falling into his face. Holding out his hand, he smiled brightly, and blushed again.

The man in front of his was even more beautiful up close. His eyes were gems. His hair was so smooth, he wanted to reach out and touch it. The shape of his face made Kaleb think. "Hold on..." he murmured, taking back his journal, flipping to the next page. He took out a thin piece of charcoal, and drew the shape of the man's face, then his neck and shoulders. "Don't worry, I will not show anyone," he reassured, and took out a thicker piece, starting on the eyes.

Daniel shook Kaleb's hand with a warm smile, a bit amused at the energetic seeming young man. At the same time though, he felt a little sheepish. This guy graduated from an art college, likely never having to drop out of school. What could Daniel say if the conversation turned on himself? Oh yeah, I was kicked out of my house and had to survive as a sex pet until Nick deemed me old enough to get a job. Like that would go over well. He'd probably freak Kaleb out and never get a chance to talk with the young man again. There had to be something he could come up with. Or maybe he could just get off with something vague if that question came up...

Daniel brought himself out of his thoughts when he noticed Kaleb flipping through the sketch book again, finding a clean sheet. He chuckled softly, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Do you like to draw strangers often?" he asked. No stranger than his own obsession with collecting bottlecaps, he supposed. But he wondered if Kaleb ever got razzed for doing that. He knew not everyone would be pleased that a stranger would be drawing them.

Kaleb stopped at the question and turned red. "I...Uhm..." he looked up to the man and blushed harder. "Only the perfect ones..." he whispered and continued looking at him. Kaleb still didn't know his name, because he had rushed to his art. 'Speaking of which...' he thought, and looked back down, almost done with the shape of the man's face. 'Just one more line...' He carefully and slowly drew that last line, and he had the man's face, perfectly.

Soon, he was thinking to his parents, and how proud they would have been. They recently died of old age, for they had Kaleb when they were in their fifties. He smiled up to the sky as he looked out the window, and thought, 'I miss you two...I am glad you hare in a better place than this filthy world of global warming, pollution, and terrorists..."

Daniel smiled when Kaleb blushed so red. Only the perfect ones. This guy was so impossibly adorable, and talented too. His own artistic talent only stretched to the stuff he made with bottlecaps. Necklaces and the like. He could really make some elaborate designs with just bottlecaps. But when it came to drawing, he had always been horrible. Even his stick men turned out as sad lumps of poorly proportioned scribbles.

Daniel let Kaleb get lost in thought for a moment longer, just watching the other's face, then finally spoke up to introduce himself. "I'm Daniel," he said. "And thanks for the compliment. Have to admit I don't hear ones like it often."

Kaleb's mouth dropped. "I bet people are just too afraid to embarrass themselves," he smiled and added a background to the picture of Daniel. He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. They weren't prescription, but they made him stand out. He knew he looked like a total nerd, like the ones you'd find in GameStop, with the acne-covered faces, and oversized glasses with the thick rims, like his. But he didn't let himself get acne, ever. He had every lotion, and facial cream you could find. He never let himself look like those kids who barely got out of his mother's house.

Daniel nodded in agreement. "You have a very good point. Also, I'm guessing you just wear those to look cute? I've never seen a person who actually needed glasses willingly wear something so comical," he added with a grin. Come to think of it, he'd never known anybody personally that had to wear glasses. Or wanted to. Another reason to like this guy's quirky attitude even more.

Kaleb blushed slightly, and giggled. "I do need glasses, but not badly. My vision is 30/20, so I can see quite clearly," he stuck his tongue out playfully and raised his hands above his head, stretching and groaning, feeling his back crack many times. Grinning, he sipped some tea and looked through his sketches. "They're not great..." he muttered, mainly to himself.

"Can I see?" Daniel asked, holding out his hand for the sketchbook. He really was curious about what other types of people Kaleb liked to draw. He took the sketchbook and scooted his coffee aside to flip through it, taking his time to admire each drawing. Guy really did have a thing for pretty men like himself. All types of settings too, from the looks of it. Some leaned on desks or tables, others standing or sitting on benches, probably in a park. Windows, streetlights, bookshelves. So many things that could easily be found around the city.

Finally Daniel looked up again and returned the sketchbook with a smile. "You are really observant. You seem to catch peoples expressions too."

Kaleb smiled and took back his sketchbook, blushing slightly. He slid it into his bag, and interlaced his fingers. He set his elbows on the table and rested his chin upon his hands. Staring out the window, he sighed. "Sorry," he said quickly. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking outside, again. Looking back to Daniel, he smiled brightly. "Would you like to go somewhere? I have to meet up with my buddy Kain in a bit, he's going to pay me for last night, but I have time," he chuckled, remembering the sex square he was in. I was no triangle, it consisted of around eight people, and he enjoyed it completely.