look at what i made for you

"You want an official statement, huh?" Evan asked with a chuckle, as he shook his head in amusement. Donovan knew how to argue, would probably have a chanceo of going up against Maddy, which was quite something if you asked him. The girl was as stubborn as they came and when she insisted on talking something out, Evan had no way of worming his way out. It was just like that now, where he didn't want to admit it to himself that this wasn't just a casual night of hanging about with a fellow street artist, that it was something different, something special. Donovan was requesting it though and he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to ruin the moment, not when he could make this night last for almost an eternity. Everything at night could feel surreal or endless, that was the beauty of the world when the sun went down and the dark settled in, promising to keep everything a secret so one could easily return to daily life in the morning, leaving one with memories and regrets. Evan loved that about the night, especially here in New York, where the whole city still pulsated with life, no matter the hour. "Alright," he then declared with a smile, "You are so far the one and only person I have chosen as a possible recruit for my team." There was more to those words than he even wanted there to be but Evan didn't need for Donovan to get the hidden context. A part of him wanted to have the other man in the know and this part of him was stronger at the moment, knowing his mouth was going to burn at the memory of some words he said in the morning.

Donovan was right and Evan gave him a nod with a smile. Usual was good, usual was comfortable when life got stressful and things kept changing and you needed something to ground you. As a teen he hadn't always liked to be bound, had fooled around enough times but as far as he knew that was what teenagers did. When he was in a relationship, he was loyal and trustworthy, though. He saw no point in being with someone if you were going to sneak around their backs. Anyways, children needed familiar things, be it a diner if they couldn't get it anywhere else. "I don't usually come in here this late," Evan told him. "But this is not the first time I placed that order, that you got right."

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Jamie laughed lightly as he crossed his arms. "And there it goes from 10 cats to 25 in two seconds flat," he remarked. "I think I need to get my mirrior checked because according to you I'm twice as old as I assumed I was," he mentioned, watching Morgan with the kitten as if nothing else in the world existed, a permanent smile having settled on his lips. "If I dare say, one room could be a bit too cozy for the three of us. If you're taking him anywhere, take him with you to my place. We'd have the whole apartment for ourselves. I don't think your parents would appreciate finding a strange man in your room," Jamie replied and could've kicked himself for mentioning parents because when was there ever a right time to mention parents. In one way or another, they always ended up a sore spot, especially while he, a grown man, was practically lusting over a minor. It was just like him to remind himself of said sore spots and rub them in his own face. "Calcifer knows how to take up a whole bed anyway," he then added to bring them away from the disasterous topic. "If you don't have a king sized one, he'll end up kicking you out of bed for the room and still be cranky when he wakes up because he needs more space," he joked. Calcifer currently took up a fraction of Morgan's lap and that was not doing Jamie's statement any good. But it was no lie that the kitten got half of the king sized bed he had at home, not that he ever traveled further than the pillow except to crawl on top of his human companion and curl up right over his heart beat or furrow under his arm in seek of warmth and protection. Jamie imagined the little devil having nightmares or missing his mother and siblings even though experts said that animals would quickly enough bond to their owners and didn't mourn over the family they were taken away from. He didn't know quite what he believed but he was glad that Calcifer requested the same comfort he was needy for at times as well.

"Feel like I'm going to be joining the Avengers"Donovan commented off handedly, which was awfully true in the best of ways. They were in New York City after all which was where most Marvel comics took place, and it was dark out, eerie and warm, a beautiful stranger and a offer. He wished this really was the Avengers, but then again didn't because New York City would be broken to shams and have a huge debt over their heads for the damages that a super hero world would cause. It was still a nice thought though, and if Evan could be his leader than Donovan had no problem following the others sweet ass around and fighting crime. Clasping his hands together Donovan eyed Evan for a second longer before nodding his head, "I accept your statement but I'm still hurt youve only considered me, I demand entrance into your group"donovan took on a harder tone of voice, as if he was actually bargaining for something when this was all sweet midnight talk. He wanted to add in that he demanded the others pretty face but he didn't want to put Evan off and he knew lots of guys didn't want to be called 'pretty' even in good sense. "You know, what if I was secretly a villan? You pretty much told me you come here, I'm gonna start dropping on by four times a day, ask if anyone has order number two in recent" he joked, smile pushed up loose on his face. "Wouldn't be surprised if you were a regular, this place seems so-- warm. " he had no better way to describe the place besides solid and warm, a place he would love to come over and over if the food was amazing. He didn't live too far off anyways, maybe half an hour walk, which wasn't horrible. Perhaps seeing Evan inside once in a blue moon of chance would be nice.
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Morgan grinned nonetheless. Ten to twenty five in two seconds flat was reasonable. Jamie should just be content Morgan didn't out right call him a old grazer or worse--which he would never actually do. At the mention of his parents Morgan couldn't help but shrug a little. His mother hasn't been in his room since his first year of high school, and he was currently on his last. He could probably hide Jamie easily for a year before his mother would find out, maybe longer if Jamie didn't mind living in one room forever. Morgan could easily have his way at home since there was no one to stop him, he could through huge parties and get drunk if he please but he resorted to making forts in the living room and calling for pizza at two in the morning. "Is that an invitation Jamie?" Morgan asked smugly. His room was quite large, very spacious with a huge bed to the side and then empty, good enough for a small cat but the sound of Jamie's unknown apartment sounded better. "You may not fit in a bed with me and Calcifer, Calcifer deserves half a bed and so do I so there's no space for full grown men" and Morgan moved a lot while he slept, rolling one way or another, kicking, swinging his arms a little, fumbling, often then not he didn't sleep very well. He would probably squish Calcifer from moving too much. "You're welcomed to squeeze in though, I wouldn't mind sleeping with something solid like you," Morgan runs his gaze over Jamie's arms, and chest, taking the moment to look over Jamie who was definitely taller and broader than Morgan which was fantastic. "Nice top, I thought old people like to stick to their oldies music like Led Zeplin and AAC/DC" Morgan said sarcastically.

Evan didn't know if that was good or not. Donovan didn't seem to reject superheroes but he couldn't tell if the man really enjoyed it or not. Their discussion had a serious enough tone to it to prove both their interests in it, just not for which reason. It didn't exactly matter but Evan was worrying about what the other male thought of him. Not every grown man was as interested in superheroes but Evan had a child at home who loved to watch the cartoons and movies containing people with special powers. And not only that, her favorite thing was to grab whatever she found to make her look like one of them - a black hoodie with a blanket around her shoulders for batman, a onesie for spiderman, empty boxes for iron man and a viking helmet with a plastic toy hammer for Thor to mention a few - before playing pretend. She used their words and changed her voice and sometimes she played them quite well in character, which Evan found surprising because she was so young. Not even he could memorize all their catch phrases - though he was learning through time - but Maddy lived from playing pretend. As her father and closest friend, he had to join in often enough as well and he didn't mind. It was fun and it made Maddy beam like nothing else. It also made her bold and loud though. She happened to obnoxious and demanding, stubbornly refusing her bed time because batman was always up atnight or not eating her vegetables because spiders didn't eat vegetables, which meant spiderman didn't either. Her games knew to become exhausting when she dragged them on for too long, not coming out of the role and back to reality, not acknowledging Evan as a parent but as a villian or merely an observer - sometimes even the damsel in distress. While she enjoyed being the manly roles, she really didn't see much of a difference to those of princesses, which she played just a fierce while being in a dress. Evan lived through lifetimes and lifetimes of stories and characters with Maddy. That's why he didn't find it hard to slip into one himself but was more than thrilled that Donovan so easily played along. "As you have said, I don't exactly know you yet," he pointed out, "I'm sure you'll get there but you have to be patient. Can't have act-girst-think-later superheroes in my team that endanger the mission," he chuckled. He nodded as he smiled at Donovan while his chest clenched when he realized what was hidden in the joke. Maybe the man never came here again but Donovan seemed to like it and if he returned and found Evan here with Maddy... the thought was slightly unsettling.

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"I don't know how I'm ever going to seperate the two of you. That's my problem, you see," Jamie replied, not wanting to give him a direct answer. "I can arrange play dates for Calcifer and you and in return you can catsit if I have to leave his side for more than a couple hours," he proposed. Morgan could take it seriously if he wanted to, Jamie was aing for that but if that was something the boy would object to, which he would find hard to believe honestly, then it could be taken as a joke. Either way it was a fact that Jamie wanted to spend more time with Morgan, in every which way. "Calcifer wouldn't even notice I'm there," Jamie shrugged with a smirk. "He thinks I'm just a part of the pillow. If I'm a service for a kitten, I might as well do the same for you. You're small enough to fit," Jamie told him. Here he was talking to a teen about sleeping in the same bed and it felt insane, surreal and yet it was exactly the direction he wanted it to be going in. He couldn't help himself, really. Morgan said the perfect thigs and he couldn't just not reply. Getting compliments was not soemthing he usually enjoyed, at least not while flirting because people would say things they didn't completely mean just to flatter and Jamie was always fully aware of it. He took 'solid' as a good attribute and whereas he did watch what he ate and made sure it was healthy, he had stopped going jogging or exercising since he got Calcifer so he was lean but jot made of muscle. There were times where he would gothrough asome drills to clear his mind and calm down but they were not a full exercise and served a different purpose. 'Solid' wasn't exactly a compliment, it merely indicated his presence and that made Jamie smile. He wanted to be something the boy could hold onto, a force that could protect him. He shook his headat the younger male at the comment though. "You weren't even born back whenthey were popular; you ddon't get to talk about them," he stated teasingly. Not that he was that much older either but he could turn the cards as well.

"Oh hey, are you trying to imply something Mr. Pick-up-strangers-and-dine-with-them, hug? " Donovan pressed, a brow turned upwards in a gentle challenge. Crossing his arms across his chest Donovan shook his head, "I wouldn't endanger any mission," he said with a solid voice although he was very much act first think later, he couldn't process thinking then acting. He was a in the now type of person, nearly every choice he made was in the moment and he felt that he ended up alright. Living in one of the most brightly lit and out there cities with a good job and lots of time on his hand's, he was happy and that was all that mattered to him. The only thing Donovan really thought out was his art since it was direly so important to him, it gave him a sense of matter, it was what took him out of his past and placed him in his future. The elder lady came back with both her hands filled, carrying the plates with grace and ease from lots of experience before setting them down in front of them and smiling as she placed a can of whip cream by his bland hot chocolate, "Didn't know how much would be enough for you, honey, eat as much as you can"

Donovan lit up at the sight of the can, he could literally eat the entire can, he would often at home. Lay on his couch and eat whip cream while watching Tom and Jerry on the television, laughing with whip cream sputtering out his mouth and making a mess he would later clean with a grumble, promising himself to not do it again but doing it either way. He ought to be embarrassed, this was what waiters did for little kids with huge sweet tooth's not grown men with a face full of hair and hands four times as big as a kids. Donovan didn't and wouldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed, even in front of Evan."Thank you ma'm" The food was hot, steamy and smelled so good. Donovan didn't go out for fresh made food very often, his meals were frozen or easily packed and quick like yogurts and this right here beat everything. Now he just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

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Morgan would not want to give Calcifer back if Jamie ever made the mistake of letting him catsit. He would probably guilt Jamie into letting him play with Calcifer for another hour or two. The kitten had taken to Morgan rather well, comfortably curled on his lap and letting out a low, low purr Morgan could hear very dully. Gently he ran his thumb over Camcorders head, the soft fur tickling his skin as he listened to Jamie, falling into a comfortable air with the other like prior when their legs had leaned against one another and their voices were just for each other. "I'm small and flexible," Morgan's voice was smug, he wasn't dumb nor blind, he knew where Jamie could get at and this was a team effort here, the flirting. Morgan would be damned if it was just talk, he'd give himself a week to lace himself with Jamie. He was good at that, slipping himself into someone else's space till they were so used to him that once he grew tired and left they were left empty handed and confused. He didn't do it to hurt people, Morgan simple never found what he wanted and guys never gave him what he wanted, treated him like he would break since he was a 'pampered little white boy with the world in his hands'. Morgan can take rejection, he liked being challenged and when a guy gave him everything sweet and easy he got so mad. He liked it that Jamie hadn't given in so easily in the cafeteria, though it made him angsty and a little hurt-it was what he needed. "Oi, don't be so bitter that I'm young, be happy I'm a very small, young, bendy boy, could be your perfect boytoy" he offered teasingly though he was completely serious, Jamie is gorgeous, Morgan would do more than just bend over backwards for a man like Jamie.

Evan chuckled with a grin as he gazed back at him, locking their gazes, almost in a dare. "I feel like I need to challenge you right now just to see if that's true? It shouldn't be hard to find out," he said with amusement laced into voice. If given a minute or two more, he would've found the right thing to say to Donovan from which he could gauge his reaction and decide from that if the man was truly of such a personality. It was then that the food came and he turned to the elderly lady with a fond smile, thanking her. He glanced at the can of whipped cream, which was a sight he was far beyond used to, except that it was usually Maddy sitting across from him. "I'd say this proves my point because so much whipped cream can not be healthy but then again you seem to be fit enough that you can allow yourself as much as you want," he said as he pulled his plate closer to himself. Evan wasn't sure if that was too much of a compliment, mentioning Donovan's looks like this, which were really, more than appealing. Instead of running his mouth more on his attraction to the male opposite of him or staring too hard, he turned to his food, taking the first bite with a hum and chewing contently.

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Jamie almost couldn't believe that Morgan had said that but he knew he shouldn't be surprise in the least - of course Morgan would be one to be so direct and straight out. He managed to hold back a grin, a possible chuckle, but didn't refrain from a smirk. "Oh, would you?" He asked curiously. "As lovely as that offer sounds," which it really, really did. Because even though there was a need in him that he tried to bury, since he never trusted enough to have serious relationships, Morgan would make the perfect boytoy. It would be exactly what he had been used to before Calcifer. If he found anyone interesting, he'd either have a one night stand or merely a physical reltionship. As soon as attachment were mentioned, he was out. But right here, right now, he could not do it. Not with this quirky teen here. If they went through that, they would leave on bad terms, which would mean they wouldn't see each other again and Jamie would rather not lay a hand on the young male and see him in the future along with his heart than dive right in and take what he could get only to have either of them turning away and never looking back. He let his eyes wander along the boy's body as he was silent for a moment just to show that he very much liked what he saw. "I'm sorry to say I'm going to have to decline. Calcifer is a full time job," he mentioned apologetically.

"If she gave me four cans I would eat them empty" Donovan said suddenly, his face blank of any expression and so simple, with no fear in his eyes to his words. It was the truth, Donovan could beat four children easy at eating candy, it was amazing his insides haven't rotten just yet from the vast amount of sugary and no good for anyone foods he has been eating since a child. He should probably be embarrassed, he should put the whip cream down and look like a grown man, act like one and go order a coffee black but that was oh, so boring and tasteless that he wouldn't dare. "I think I owe it to myself to eat as much whip cream as I can" he said with a shrug, pouring it into his hot chocolate already, piling it as high as it could go before it started to tilt dangerously to the left. He had no mercy on the pancakes in front of him, coating the rim in whip cream and then giving the pancake a face before putting the can down. He look ridiculous, sitting in front of a plate made for a child and a tower of whip cream possibly bigger than an actual child but he also looked happy. "I think your plate looks a bit bland, add some whip cream, you're fit enough to eat a can" Donovan said with a wink, comfortably flirting unbashfully with Evan. He didn't feel like he needed to 'read' the other, like he had to get between the lines to make sure he was safe from making a pass on him. Evan seemed so okay, and though it was the worst way to describe someone he felt that it was fitting.

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Shot down for the second time, and it stung just as the first time had. Two in one day, the span of six hours even, that was a new record, and one Morgan wasn't welcoming or happy with. He was sure no one would be happy being rejected, even as smoothly as Jamie had done it. Morgan felt a bit embarrassed and one hundred percent mortified, he didn't even know why he had tried. He had just felt so comfortable talking with Jamie and he didn't feel little or like he was on a lower status than the other and well, Jamie hadn't been really discouraging him(come on, he could blatantly see Jamie liked him physically). Morgan was starting to think the other was one of those teases, the people who knew they could get what they want and easily lead others on though he didn't want to believe that. He just had to play this off, play it off and just move on before his mouth got ahead of him and he ended up offering himself up again like some thirsty boy who couldn't get laid for the life of him. Huffing Morgan looked away,"You're missing out," he said in a matter of fact tone, though Morgan felt like he was the one missing out. Smiling he pushed his tongue against his slightly parted teeth, a super charming smile flashed with the balls of his tongue piercing. "Really gonna miss out" he hummed before curling his hands around Clacifer and picking the kitten up. He came here to draw, he came here to draw, he came here to draw. Gently he placed Calcifer on the desk, the small kitten purring and awake once again.

@ Ashes of Scarlett

"Have you ever participated in a pie eating contest?" Evan then asked, cocking his head slightly in thought. Donovan was an amusing man in the cutest way possible. He couldn't help but love how freely he enjoyed the careless happiness of a child concerning his sweet tooth. It was refreshing from all the dull business men he had to face every day. The world would be a warmer and cheerfuller place if even just half of mankind was like this male right here. Unfortunately there was barely a handful of them and Evan rarely came across any of them. That's what made him want to hang onto Donovan and not let him out of his life so easily. If only he could take what he wanted... but life had taught him otherwise. Nothing lasted forever after all. Not even childhood. Donovan made it seem like it did and it was tempting to join in on the illusion, which he would do for the evening anyway. He didn't see the harm in a few hours of enjoyment. It was so easy to talk to this not-so-much-of-a-stranger-anymore, in a similar and yet completely different way than with Maddy or his room mate and pretend girlfriend. Donovan didn't know Evan and couldn't judge him for anything but what Evan let him see for the time being. It was a nice feeling, especially since Donovan seemed to embrace it and be just as honest back. He seemed to be enjoying himself too. There were no responsibilities here between them or expectations. That was a nice change. All in all, there were many things making this one of the nicest evenings Evan had had in a while. "I'd also say that you deserve it," he mentioned with a nod before cutting off another piece of his omelet and stuffing it in his mouth. After swallowing, he chuckled at the compliment, unable to stop a small grin from coming to his face, in pleasant surprise because he had not expected this encounter to take this kind of turn but was flattered and thrilled - mostly because he could see it happening already. Which was kind of a problem. He knew how to fall for someone ridiculously fast and get intense too quickly. That was the reason why he kept a big distance to everyone and especially anyone he found attractive. He wasn't exactly an impulsive person but when it came to loving someone or something his nature was quick to do so. Through the years, he'd trained himself to hold himself back a whole lot. It was for the best really. But here he was, not even processing the thoughts in time to block them from his mind before he was picturing kissing Donovan or just holding him close, smiling goofily at him. "I don't think whipped cream goes that well with an omelet," he mentioned, "But I guess there's always time for dessert.

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Jamie didn't need any proof that he was missing out. He knew he was, he could taste the bitter longing and had an itch in his fingers. Morgan had no idea how much he wanted to give in and flirt shamelessly and just grab the boy to kiss him right then and there. It was a burning need. A need, which he knew how to control very well. he would let it dwell just to remind himself that getting too invested in people always stung. This was more than just the usual attraction he felt for strangers in a club. Morgan made the wish that every human being had for love, for a soul mate, resurface even though he had sworn to himself that love does not exist. There are no happy endings, no happily ever after and he couldn't be selfish enough to believe that there was something more out there worth more than just a relationship that had enough benefits to outweigh all the downsides. Most relationships relied a lot on the physical and whereas he could see that work out very well between the two of them, he was quite a bit older than Morgan after all and that posed a problem. The boy had a bold and rebellious front, which was the first thing that had caught his attention aside from his gorgeous looks, and he could see how he wouldn't shy away from hooking up with him. It was a challenge. On the other side, he had Morgan being all soft and cuddly with Calcifer and that look suited him just as nicely. Jamie almost groaned when the teen stuck out his tongue to reveal his piercing because how was he supposed to resist this much longer? And did Morgan ever stop- Not that he ever wanted him to, ever. Morgan was just the right amount of sugar and spice and it was both of it together that made it a perfect combination. "Wait, no one mentioned any piercings," he said mostly just teasingly for fun, but it would be a lie to say that his desire didn't just flare up drastically. Piercings if placed right were immediately a whole another reason to engage in something.

Donovan looked up from his plate with a confused look on his charming face, unsure at the sudden question but welcoming it nonetheless."Sadly no, I think I should be in one, might as well, think I could eat my way to second or third place if I'm lucky" he answered with a chuckle. Donovan would probably be great at competitive eating, well, only if it was sweet foods, otherwise he wouldn't feel very motivated. Place a pie in front of him and he was sure to devour it and then go for more, but place rice and beans in front of him and he'd eat a moderate meal and then race for dessert. He could out win a child as well in eating candy, and he was quite proud of that as well. He found happiness in the smallest of things."I think you should live a little" Donovan said waving the can of whip cream around as he nodded over to the others omelet. The combination didn't sound too appetizing but Donovan was so into food he'd give ti a try himself, give nearly anything a try. Donovan hasn't one out much as of recent, preferred to stay indoors and think up his next design and watch cartoons till the early morning sun rose up. But this, this was a nice change of pace, sure he had friends, and they went out whenever they were all available and Donovan wasn't locked up inside his home, but this was different. It felt like a scene from a book, two strangers going about their lives before they crossed paths, having a huge part of them in common and getting along right off the bat. He wasn't complaining, but he would have liked to been given a heads up."I'll give you five bucks if you take a bite with some whip cream" he challenges.

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Morgan felt a bitter laugh crawl up his throat though he refrained, he shouldn't be so bitter, he shouldn't take any of this personally but he was a child and teenagers are always over their head and sometimes get attached too easily, too quickly when they know they really, really shouldn't. "Guess there's lots of things I haven't mentioned" Morgan murmured with a smug smile, ought to keep people guessing. He liked not giving everything away right off the bat, gave a little excitement on the way of finding things out. Kind of like when people had tattoos with meanings and they didn't off the bat tell others what it meant, took their time with the person till it felt right to tell them. Most people would think Morgan to be out in the open and very vocal about everything but in reality he wasn't, he didn't like getting into feelings or emotions, speaking about what bothers him or how his day went. He wouldn't stroll inside and confess all of his problems to a stranger or even a friend, he liked keeping all of that inside- help him feel like those things weren't real. His outgoing and 'extrovert' appearance helped a lot, people were drawn to him a lot easier when he made little comments that opened up a conversation rather than when he's curled in on himself in the train. Grabbing his bag from the ground Morgan slung it over his shoulder,"Gonna go draw" he said casually, gently tickling Calcifer's stomach before sending Jamie a dopey look where his eyes crossed because Morgan could never be attractive for longer than a few seconds.

@ Ashes of Scarlett

"I'm convinced that you'd come in first. Easily. Wouldn't even have to try," Evan told him with a chuckle, shrugging to emphasize the simplicity with which he pictured the other man devouring pies. It was kind of weird maybe of how clearly he had the scene before his eyes, especially because it wasn't the usual first impression someone would make. But Evan saw him with a mustache of cream along his upper lip, grinning widely from ear to ear and handing the prize to a kid to make them happy because that didn't seem like something Donovan would care about. He would enjoythe pies and celebrate his victory, though mostly just celebrate the sweet deliciousness. It'd be wrong for Evan to claim that he knew this person he'd met just hours before. There was a million things he did not yet know about him. Donovan had left an impression though and he just relished in the thought of how cheerful and happy the man seemed to me and locked that to his memory. Lifting an eyebrow at him after glancing at his plate again for a single moment, he mustered Donovan. "You think you can just buy me like that for five bucks?" He asked in amusement, resisting because he could not come to terms with the thought of his spinach omelet topped with whipped cream. It was true that having more money could never hurt but Evan had learned to hold back. A few years back and he would've done it for just a dollar. Hell, he would've done it for free if it was a dare, or some kind of challenge.

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Jamie's curiosity had been sparked from the start and it was spreading like a wildfire. He felt the desire to learn every little secret the boy had ever kept, wanted to know everything he liked down to the jellybeans he preferred and to discover all his quirks and subconscious habits, wanted to figure out all the important parts of his life that had shaped him to be the person he was today, wanted to be the one to be able to read Morgan like a book. He knew very well that this wouldn't come easy. The teen was a mystery he had to be cautious about if he wanted to get anywhere with him. Though listening to his own thoughts as he watched the younger male with a soft smile, he realized how bad he must sound to be so invested in a teenager. It sounded like manipulation, like he was worming his way into the boy's head to get what he wanted. It sounded predatory. Next to that it was unusual. Beside the usual physical attraction, he found himself yearning for more. In the past, he'd sometimes not even wanted to know the name of the person he took to bed with him. Here he was wanting to know anything and everything about Morgan, even the things he wouldn't like about him. "Guess there is," he muttered with a hum, mostly to himself because there was nothing more left to say if he didn't want to reveal his revelation. Jamie nodded then, drawing Calcifer closer to himself when the kitten mewled in protest of his cuddle buddy leaving. "You know where to find me," he added, breaking a small grin at the face the boy pulled and wanting nothing more but to go with him and just watch him create a masterpiece but needing to stay and finish up work - also gain control of himself once again.

"Well I was hoping I could, I'll up it up to ten" Donovan offered. The thought of a spinach omelet topped with whip cream honestly wasn't very pleasant but Donovan would personally do it because he was an absolute child and does a lot of silly and ridiculous things. He knew the taste would just have to be disgusting, spinach and whip cream sure as hell didn't sound it would match, especially with eggs, but the thought of it was just too funny to pass up. "Okay, fifteen, because I don't think I want to leave till I see this happen" He was one hundred percent ready to go up to twenty bucks honestly, sounds ridiculous but he really would just to see Nate's face scrunch up at the taste. He hasn't felt so happy in a while, just sitting here late at night talking to Evan brought a smile to his face, something so laid back and relaxing as eating. Glancing down at his plate he was near finished with all of the food, just near scraps at the edges that he could finish out with just a few bites. He didn't want to finish it though, he was having such a good time that he really, really didn't want to end this so soon. If he could he would eat the scraps with five minute intervals but he knew that would be just dumb, Evan would finish up his food and then the check would come around and then they would have to part their ways since it was nearly three in the morning. Just the thought was a little distressing.

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"Yeah, yeah," Morgan said airly, waving his hand at the other dismissively. He wasn't going to come back into the office to see Jamie. Morgan planned out what he was going to draw half of the time, and the other half he just went free with it, anything that came to his mind he would draw and soon after ideas would come into mind quicker than cars on the Manhattan highway. Honestly right now he just wanted to draw Calcifer, and most likely would, take up the entire wall with a sneaky kitten and loads of complimentary colors."Bye little buddy," he said wiggling his fingers at Calcifer who was meowing. Morgan was starting to think that maybe Clacifer had a dogs personality inside of a cats body because certainly most cats enjoyed being alone but Calcifer feds off of affection and snuggling and attention. Leaving the room he made his way into the empty hall and opened his bag, inside he had containers and containers of chalk, all of them organized by their color spectrum. With the white wall he started off with a light grey outline of Calcifers body but soon erased it with a cloth and started drawing big cat eyes and a different outline.

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Evan shook his head with a laugh. "No, money's not gonna be reason I put that into my mouth," he told him. Maybe he was just drawing it out. He wouldn't admit it to himself but it was very probable that he just wanted to have more time with Donovan, even if it was just the over man convincing him to eat an awful combination of food. He figured it could end up an amusing scene and maybe he managed to make some sort of deal out of it, get something in turn from him. If he mentioned leaving well then he could hold Donovan back by eating the whipped cream spinach omelet and keep him around for a minute or two longer. "Give me a good reason... a good deal. Give it your best shot. Convince me - before I finish it," he challenged him as he took another bite. There was still a bit more than a quarter of the omelet left though Evan would be careful to eat slowly, give Donovan more time because hell he was going to make this as long as possible even if he got no sleep that night. He could handle one sleepless night. It wouldn't be the first time so that theory had been tested. He'd just keep the coffee coming until he got home and took care of Maddy and could steal a nap while she played. She could entertain herself for an hour or two, and if anything happened, Evan would wake up. He was a light sleeper when it came to naps on the sofa and when he subconsciously was aware that Maddy might need him. There was no reason why he shouldn't emjoy what life gave him right here and right now.

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Jamie watched Morgan walk out of his office, wanting nothing more than to go after him and watch him draw. He had work to finish though and Morgan might need some space to draw - that is if he was anything like himself. There were times where he couldn't get into the art if there were other people around. He preferred being alone when he let his imagination take the reigns. Not that he didn't like being away from most people anyway but it also just felt as if he had more freedom. So he let Calcifer explore his desk while he tried to force himself to do some more work.

It wasn't much later, that he sat back with a groan. His mind kept wandering (mostly back to Morgan) and he really, REALLY didn't feel like doing this right now. It was after hours anyway - he would just catch up in the morning, he told himself. Right noew he was going to go visit Morgan and watch him create art because that was something he could not do in the morning, or often. For some reason, he was kind of craving the company at the moment. Picking Calcifer up and letting the kitten clamber up to his shoulder, where it rode with its claws stuck firmly through the fabric, with Jamie's hand hovering close by just in case the kitten lost balance, he left his desk as it was, only shutting his laptop, and made his way over to the wall he'd assigned to Morgan, quietly. He didn't say a word at first, just stood there to observe the scene for now.

Donovan frowned as he placed the can of whip cream down, the wheels and mechanics in his head turning as he took on the others offer, trying to figure out a good reason for Evan to eat such a disgusting combination such as whip cream and an omelette. He knew that there wasn't any solid, good reason for Evan to eat it besides for Donovan's amusement, maybe that could be his reason? No, if Evan wouldn't eat it or 15 dollars then there would be no reason for him to eat it for free like that. Propping his elbow up on the table Donovan rubbed his chin in thought,"How about if you eat this combination and I'll treat you to another meal? We could go out for some drinks on me or I don't know, you interested in going to an art gallery? A friend of mine does some in those giant shipping craters at night by the docks, it's really sick" Donovan offers, a shine in his eyes as he leaned forward and raised a brow, hoping that would be a good enough offer for Evan since it was the best he could come with considering he didn't know the others interest and likes besides art as well. "Oh and if you eat it then I'll eat something disgusting as well, whatever you pick but you have to swallow the food"

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Morgan could sense that someone was near him, he assumed it was just Jamie as the building was pretty much empty and it was logical for the other to check up on him, make sure he wasn't drawing anything offensive or something not of his taste. He never had anyone watching over him as he was drawing, mostly since whenever someone showed up he would ditch the area so he didn't get in trouble. It was a little uncomfortable, like every stroke he drew had to be perfect on the other would start to nit pick, even though he didn't think Jamie would be that sort of person. Switching his piece of chalk for a darker one he broke the silence as he looked over his shoulder,"What are you just standing there for? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, working?" he asks turning back around and gliding the piece of chalk over the wall, finishing the shapes outline and moving onto the other piece he had planned on doing. There was chalk dust over his hands and shirt, drifting down to the ground in a pile of blue, grey and black dust. He was trying to concentrate, but knowing that the other was watching him was such a weird feeling he felt like he wasn't even sure what he was drawing anymore, his mind going blank.

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Evan watched the other as he fell silent for a short while. He got the chance to stare at him in challenge and used the time to let his gaze wander along Donovan's features. To say he was smitten by those kind brown eyes and the curve of his jaw, coveredy by a just as soft looking beard, was an understatement. He was an absolute goner for this face - and not only that, but everything about him. When he came up with the art offer, which meant more time with this wonderful man, Evan couldn't say no. He didn't know if that made him seem weak but hey, he would have probably done this for a secret art gallery as well. That was exactly what he loved about street art. Sighing as he kept his eyes locked with Donovan's, he slowly nodded. "Alright. The art gallery and you eating something disgusting in return, I'll take that," he decided and held out a hand. "You gotta shake on it though because I don't know if I can trust you otherwise." It was almost strange how he didn't feel any threat from Donovan. The man was inviting him to the docks at night and a part of Evan told him that just made it easier to dispose his body if Donovan decided to kill him. But Evan had been the one to walk up to the other male and neither heart nor mind would believe Donovan could do such a thing.

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Jamie walked forward when Morgan turned to him, and sat down on the ground closer to him, legs crossed and cradling Calcifer in his lap. Not that the kitten was going to stay put for a minute before he attempted to go exploring. He held him back though, stroking fingers through his fur lightly. "I'm taking a break," he told Morgan. "Can't work 24/7 now, can I? Besides, I wanted to see you in action, watch you do your magic... make sure I made the right decision by inviting you in." It was clear that the younger male wasn't very happy about his presence, which Jamie very much understood. He didn't like having people linger around and look over his shoulder when he was sketching. Wheras he was interested in what Morgan was drawing, the curiosity burning in his stomach, he made a point of playing with Calcifer, using a string from his hoody to taunt the kitten and have it chase it around, simply so the other would relax and feel free to develop his art work. "Or am I not welcome? I'll leave if I'm bothering you," he threw in, because he would. He felt like he'd bothered the boy enough that day already and he really didn't want to make a bad impression.

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Donovan had a full fledged grin on his face when Evan agreed, assuming that art and food were what caught him right on board. Stretching his arm over the table Donovan took a grasp of Evan's hand firmly, liking the way the mans hand fit in his rather nicely before shaking it,"You've got my word, this is gonna be sick" Pulling his hand back, reluctantly if he may add, Donovan finished off the few bits of food that had been left on his plate and pushed it to the side so he could cross his arms on top of the table in front of him, his body leaning forward as he eyed the can of whip cream and then the others omelette. He felt like he was in high school again, eating weird combinations of food, most of them nasty some of them surprisingly good with his old friends, some of them which he had still kept contact with till this day. It felt good nonetheless, sitting in front of Evan, talking and smiling and enjoying themselves at the oddest hour of the night in the city that literally never sleeps, still bright and glam at night as it is in the morning. "Get a good spoonful, don't cheap out on me Evan"

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Morgan felt rather frustrated, pressing a little too hard against the wall which caused more of the dust to filter down, he's never had anyone near him when he was doing any sort of art. Hearing Calcifer let out a rather loud meow and then a thud Morgan glanced to the side from the side of his vision, watching Calcifer chase after the string of the others hoodie, trying to bend around and falling on it's little sweet paws, his gaze traveled up over the string and up to Jamie's face and that built of frustrated and unease felt like it just melted from him, his shoulder dropping from being so tense and the piece of chalk in his hand got a bit looser in his grip. "No it's fine, you're not bothering me" Morgan sighs, "Not too sure what to draw though" he admits as he didn't feel right with the image he was trying to put from his head onto the wall. Placing the piece of chalk into a container Morgan reached out and stroked the kittens back, leaving a trail of blue in a streak over the fur."Shit" Morgan curses, frowning down at his fingers before a impish grin took over his face and he wiped his fingers over Jamie's chest,"Blue suits you very well"

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Evan smiled at the strong grip of the other male, returning it with a light squeeze and staring him straight in the eyes the whole time. He was making plans to see Donovan again and that made him giddy, almost like he had just bought concert tickets to his favorite band or a when he sprayed in a risky area, close to being caught but getting away after all. "I can't wait," he told him truthfully, hid voice giving away his excitement. It was so surreal. He had admired Donovan's work for so long, now he had finally met the artist, was eating something between dinner and breakfast with him and said artist was going to take him to an art gallery. When he'd gone out that evening he hadn't hoped for this much. Even not getting to do any of his own work didn’t upset him, despite him not getting the chance very often. Evan had to grimace as he looked down at his omelette though and imagine the taste with whipped cream on it and he heaved a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, just give me a moment, let me prepare for this torture you're making me go through," he muttered, not actually as unhappy as he sounded. He piled up some of his meal on his fork, looking at it for a few moments before he looked up to Donovan with a light grimace. "Okay, hit me."

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Jamie smiled when he looked up to see Morgan coming over to him and had started to chuckle at the sight of the blue streaks on Calcifer's fur. It looked adorable, a colorful kitty, and the boy's reaction was just as endearing. It was chalk so it would rub out of the fur easily with a damp cloth, which is how he bathed the little creature instead of dunking it into water. Before knew what was happening next, there was a short touch to his chest and he was suddenly looking at blue dust on himself as well. He froze, mouth falling open in offence. "Hey!" he protested and narrowed his eyes at the other. "If I was wearing a suit, you would've been so dead," he huffed and patted at the blue spot lightly to get some of it off. Most of the color stayed though, he would have to wash the shirt first. Jamie was silent for a while, looking at Morgan and trying to decide if it would be too childish of him to start a chalk war. "You shouldn't have done that. You know I'm going to have to get back at you for that, right?" he asked with a smirk of his own. He made his way over to the box of chalk and started picking through the pieces.

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Donovan looked like a child, one with a beard, but a child none the less as his eyes lit up and he picked up the can of whip cream, still cold against the skin of his palm as he gave the bottle a bit of a shake. He was so giddy that he was actually gonna see the other do this that he wasn't even thinking about how Evan will find some other disgusting mix of food and have him eating as that was what they had agreed on, that and the art gallery his friends has going on. He was actually really excited to bring Evan with him, the art gallery wasn't anything fancy, just a bunch of underground artist but it was amazing and unique either way and a lot of popular street artist tended to go, it was a great way to make connections. In the back of his mind he was thinking about how he was going to see Evan again, they had a plan, he was going to see this cute face once more rather than having it disappear into the city. Tilting the long spout whip cream oozed out the tip and onto the others fork, he cut it off quick, not wanting to overload the other with a lot of whip cream even though it would be funny."I'm such a good guy I gave you only a marble size, you're welcome now eat up Evan"

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"I wouldn't have done it if you were in a suit! I'm not that awful" Morgan laughed, wrapping his arms around himself as his eyes creased and his cheeks rose, amused with the other. His smile fell though and his eyes went wide when he saw Jamie pick through the pieces,"Nope, no you can't do that!" Morgan gasped, quickly swiping his fingers through the colorful dust on the ground before he got up and made a hand print on the others hoodie, then his fingers went through the top of Jamie's hair before Morgan was moving back cautiously, hands up and ready to attack or even run. There were blue and grey streak in the others hair now, a nice contrast against the dark hair, if Morgan said so himself Jamie couldn't definitely pull off a blue shade or even a grey one if he were to ever color his hair or more so when he grew old and started to grey. Morgan bets Jamie ages like fine wine, only getting better with the years- Morgan would like to see that happen. He'd sure like to see a lot of Jamie in the future.

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"I can't believe you're making me do this," Evan sighed as he looked at the unpleasant sight on his fork. It was fair though, Donovan hadn't overdone it with the whipped cream. He could survive this. It wouldn't poison him. It was just probably going to taste horrible for a few moments and then he could wash it down with water - he'd try to at least. Lifting the fork, he brought it to mouth level and hoped he wouldn't make a fool of hismelf as he opened his mouth. He didn't want to end up puking because of the taste or because the food didn't sit right. That would be the embarrassment of the century and he would never be able to face Donovan again - which also meant no art show. "Here goes nothing," he murmired before sticking the portion in his mouth and swallowing it as quickly as possible. Evan grimaced and reached for his water right away. "Goodness, that's terrible," he then huffed. "This art gallery better be worth it." He knew that just being around Donovan would be more than worth it. He'd eat this combination any time if it would buy him the time to hang out with this man.

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"Oh, now you're definitely going down!" Jamie exclaimed when he found himself covered in even more chalk. Using the same tactic as Morgan, he swept up some of the chalk dust from the floor with both hands and chased after Jamie. Tag had never really been his favorite game as a kid and he wasn't all that into doing sports himself but he managed to get his hands on the younger male as he ran after him and left two smears down his back before catching his wrist. His grip was firm but not tight as he spun Morgan around, pulling him closer so he could wipe the rest of thes dust off of his index finger down along his nose. He was grinning widely as he looked down at him, he hadn't had this much fun in years. Calcifer came scampering after them, barrelling against Morgan's leg and jumping on Jamie's shoelaces, wanting in on the game but not knowing what was going on. Chuckling, Jamie glanced down but his eyes didn't stray from Morgan too long, finding their way back to his face, his hold still lingering on his wrist. buck

"Think about art, you'll get over it" Donovan propped, his face picking up and even a snicker heard from behind the counter heard by the waitress who had served them, unassumingly having been watching them enough to see what had been happening. "I can't believe you fucking did that!" Donovan gasped, covering his eyes as his chest shook with laughter, rumbling deep. He felt like he was going to start crying at how funny this was, he knew that Evan was going to eat it but actually seeing it happen, the look on the others face, god that was everything that Donovan hadn't known he needed to see. "Yeah, yeah, don't forget you can make me eat some weird combination as well" He reminds the other, hoping that would cheer him up a little bit and make the taste not as bad. Uncovering his eyes Donovan shakes his head,"Brave as shit, I like it" Just one thing he likes about Evan, the only thing he could actually tell the other without sounding like a creep.

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Morgan went cross eyed as he felt Jamie trail color along the the slope of his nose, eyes only getting brighter as he grinned not very bothered at all. Jamie could dump an entire container of colorful dust on him and he'll be happy, as long as it means that the other would look at him like that. He could feel Calcifer at their feet, his tail brushing over the exposed skin of his ankle where his sweats reached. Gazing up at Jamie Morgan felt the sensation to lean forward, press his lips against the others and pull him in close, crowd into Jamie's space and drown him with kisses. He didn't want to risk this opportunity was the thing, he didn't know if Jamie even liked boys let alone if he even took an interest in Morgan. "You gonna kiss me or something? You sure do like to look at me" Morgan teases, easing the option in with the opportunity for Jamie to escape.

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Evan felt the urge to swat at Donovan for laughing, or kick him unerneath the table, lightly of course, but he refrained from doing it in fear of coming across as too childish - even if they were doing stupid dares in the morning hours. The taste was something he could get over easily though he was prone to exaggeration and funny faces when he relaxed, a habit he'd picked up around Maddy, so the pinched expression on his face lingered. "I have never tasted something this dusgusting. It’s eggs and sugar. I might just make you such a drink, raw eggs with sugar and make you drink that. That's only fair. Not to mention the spinach. Sweet spinach, that's just nasty," he huffed as he shook his head. "It's all I can taste now," he complained, swallowing the next piece if the omelette without the whipped cream. He chuckled when Donovan called him brave because all he had done was eat something. But he did feel a sort of pride because the man had said he liked him. Evan was happy about that. He liked him too, but he ccouldn’t just say it. "I feel like I just fought off a lion," he said playfully.

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Jamie quirked an eyebrow at the question because he was missing a response for once. His eyes trailed down to the younger male's lips, observing them in detail. He'd probably be able to draw them later if he wanted to. With the way Morgan was grinning and the light, cheerful tone of his voice, Jamie assumed that he wanted to be kissed. Then again, it might just be teasing on his behalf, because he was being so obvious. He didn't want to hold back though and possibly miss out on this. Every time Morgan was going to come over and charm him with his bold and playful ways, his open demeanor and bubbly laughter and every time the temptation was probably going to be there. He might as well get it out of the way. "I think I just might," he then hummed, lifting a hand to tilt Morgan's chin up a fraction, keeping eye contact as he leaned in for a kiss. Jamie went in slowly, to give him a chance to pull away in case he had read something wrong but was glad that this didn't happen and he got to lay his lips on Morgan's soft ones. It wasn’t long before he was pulling back again, the action having been chaste and light.

Could see the time counting down, could see their minutes coming down rather rapidly as well. He wasn't very happy about it,he didn't want to leave, he didn't want this to end, and so he leaned forward spraying a not very healthy amount of whipped cream onto his own plate before grabbing a spoon and eating it like it was an ice cream."You did the deed, fought the monster so now my prince your reward" He said glamorously, using his free hand to ave around a little like he was showing off a prize as he spoke, deepening his voice and over exaggerating his words with different pitches. "Will you be free this Saturday Night? We'll have to meet at late hours again, my friend Zoo, don't ask why his name is Zoo you'll see why, holds these showings different parts of the city every two weeks, pretty sick, this one is held at the pier inside of shipping containers, sounds weird and like he's going to murder us but it's really sick! I don't know if you've seen the tagging up in Brooklyn, the one where the letters take an animal shape that's his stuff," he explains, hoping that it doesn't sound so weird that Evan will change his mind. He has known Zoo since high school and so he knows whats up, but he has seen artist come and be weary and suspicious till the night comes down and it all really is a big, illegal showing of art.

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Morgan didn't actually think that Jamie would do it, he had been hoping the older man would of course but as it happened he was left rather stunned, the soft press of their lips slotting together perfectly, the others body radiating warmth and pulling Morgan in, unaware as to when Jamie pulled away Morgan was leaning in after, his eyes dazed and a foggy green before he broke into a very calm and at ease smile, different to his big smiles and cheesy grins. "Give you B plus, didn't last long enough for me" he quips, slowly regaining himself back. His mind was racing a hundred thoughts a second, replaying it those short seconds back over and over against the same time his vision zeroed in on Jamie and memorized quickly each of the others features up close like the dermal he has in his upper cheek and the shade of his eyes. He was going to either go home and have a wank or sob into his pillow because Jamie's lips are so soft and perfect and he wants to kiss him again and again till the mans lips are red. "Aright, A minus because either you're actually into guys or you'll so sure in your straight sexuality you don't mind kissing a guy, which one is it before I try and fancy your pants off"

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