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The York Gallery, Saturday

Kevin wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing at work today, so he decided to pretend to be a carpenter. It took him a while to located the small toolbox that had everything one might need to hang art. Grabbing the hammer, some tiny nails, a level, and a small block of scrap wood, he went back to the desk to practice his skills. He also took his shirt off, because all good carpenters worked shirtless.

There was a poster:

Attention all Artists!
The York Gallery will be featuring, for its next exhibit, a community showcase!
Now is the chance to shine, with your work displayed in a fine gallery for everyone to see!
Show will run September 10th through September 28th.
Entries accepted until the 9th!
For any question, concerns, or submissions, come to the gallery at 4 Apocolypse Avenue or call Charlotte at 555-YORK.

[ooc: gone for a while, will pick up pings later this evening.]

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He was getting much better with the hammer, hitting his thumb only about every fourth swing.

Charlotte was, of course, making sure to catch up with all her employees now that they were all back to work, so she came down to see Kevin.

And paused, tilting her head with a little confusion, because she didn't exactly expect this.

"...Kevin?"

Well, she supposed if he was going to spend his time hitting things shirtless, at least he looked good doing it, but still!

Kevin glanced up and smiled. "Oh, hey there Miss York. How's it going?"

He turned the hammer around and attempted to pull out a tiny nail with the clawed end.

Nope, she still had no idea what was going on.

"W...what are you doing?"

He gave up on the little nail. "Well, I just thought that if you needed something nailed, I should make sure how to do it," he replied. "These little nails are really little."

Charlotte needed a moment to rub her forehead.

"And the shirtless part?"

Kevin looked down at his chest. "Well, who's ever seen a carpenter with his shirt on, right?"

"Actually, Kevin," Charlotte said, a bit reluctantly with an expression that made it seem like she regretted having to say it; she actually regretted that what she said had been mostly true in her experience, "most of them do wear shirts. That's I've seen." Unfortunately. "And, besides, you're not really...doing carpentry work so much as...hammering nails in a board, but...that's okay! I mean, that's fine! I just think, well....I hope no one who comes in has a headache or anything."

Charlotte had obviously never seen a carpenter do his thing around Dante's Cove.

Kevin blinked. "Yeah, because having a headache would really suck, and, um, I don't think we have any aspirin to give out." He scratched the back of his head, worried that might not have been the response she was looking for. "D-do we?"

"Umm...some," Charlotte said, thinking about it. "Not much, but we do have a first aid kit."

"Oh." Kevin considered his slightly battered thumb. "Maybe I should figure out where that is."

Charlotte gave Kevin a faint smile. "Right under the desk, to the left of the computer, second drawer down."

"Those drawers open?" He was surprised. "I thought they were just, like, for show."

He stepped behind the desk to try them out, smiling as the drawer slid right open. "Awesome!" He would have to show Toby.

Sean really had a reason for going into the gallery, honestly he did.

But he kind of got distracted by the pretty, pretty shirtless guy.

Ooh, pretty!

Kevin turned towards the customer, sucking on the thumb he had just hammered.

"Hey there," he said. "You, um, you here for some art?" Not that they had any for sale at the moment.

"Uh." Sean shook his head and managed to not look too stupid. "Uh, sort of. Wanted to find out if there are guidelines for submitting to the showcase."

Why, no, he wasn't thinking about submitting something of his sister's for her, no not at all...

"Guidelines?" Kevin had read the poster in the window, but he didn't notice any specific rules. He looked around the desk, just in case Charlotte had left him instructions he had missed.

"Um... I don't think so? I mean, it just has to be, like, original?"

"Okay, good." Sean grinned. "Just wanted to make sure. Because my sister's an amazing artist but I'm pretty sure she'd never submit anything herself."

"Oh, yeah? Is she a lesbian?" The only other female artist Kevin knew was Van, Toby's lesbian BFF.

He crossed his arms over his chiseled chest and leaned back against the counter, smiling.

Toby stopped by to see Kevin on his lunch break, getting soaked once again as he rushed through town.

"Dude," Toby liked what he saw. "You a handy man now? This is so a fantasy waiting to happen."

Kevin attempted to twirl the hammer, but dropped it. It hit the floor with a thud and he had to jump to save his toes.

"Holly crap, dude! I almost took off a toe!" He laughed. "I could have ended up all handicapped."

"Oh my god, I am not taking care of you if you're crippled," Toby teased. "Is it safe to come over there?"

"Maybe you should come over here and check out my toes, just to be certain," Kevin suggested. God, he loved seeing Toby on his knees.

Toby grinned. "You just want me on my knees." Like he wasn't going to walk over and drop down on his haunches anyway.

"I do not!" he lied. "I just know how you worry." He bent down and picked up the hammer.

"And why are you all wet?" Rain? What rain?

"I do worry," Toby said, getting to his knees and checking Kevin's toes. "And in case you missed it, there's like a tornado or something outside."

"Dude, is there really?" Kevin glanced out the window, concerned. "Should we like hide out in the closet or get under the desk or something?"

He reached down and ran a hand through Toby's moistened locks.

He loved when Toby fondled his hair. "Yes. Got a walk-in closet around here somewhere?" So many good ideas came with that.

"Hell yeah, we do," he replied, jerking his head towards a door in the wall. "It's where we keep the broom."

There were other things in there, but the broom was the only thing Kevin had ever been concerned with.

Toby stood slowly, pressing against Kevin. "I think it's time for your lunch break."

"Did you make me a sandwich?" Kevin asked, one had instinctually wrapping around Toby's waist. He looked behind his boyfriend in case he had missed the tasty treat hiding there.

"Oh man, I totally left it at my store. I could run back?" Toby would, too. Kevin was worth the rain.

Kevin thought it over. "Nah, man. You should probably stay here till the tornado passes." He stepped back towards the closet, pulling Toby along. "Besides, I can find something else to eat." Yeah. Dirty.

You know you want to share your talents. And even if you suck, don't worry; Kevin is easily impressed.

Suit shopping day. Woot.

I should not want to ping my gay boy in just to ogle the shirtless teenage boy.

But pretty!

I couldn't resist.

Would also like to thank Jesse Spencer for doing projects where he's shirtless.

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