The York Gallery, Saturday

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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.]

Comments

Re: Talk to Kevin

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

"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?

Re: Talk to Kevin

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Talk to Kevin

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"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.

Re: Talk to Kevin

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Talk to Kevin

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

"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.

Re: Talk to Kevin

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

Re: Talk to Kevin

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"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.

Re: Talk to Kevin

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Talk to Kevin

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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.