The York Gallery, Saturday

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin was sitting behind the desk touching his nipples. The chill air on his walk over had caused them to tense up under this thin t-shirt, and he thought it was really cool. He might have to visit Toby later and see about getting a sweater or something.

There was an exhibit to sweep and some windows to clean, but he would put his shirt back on and get to that later. "Nipples are awesome," he declared, so easily amused.