>> until the client had seen him slide of the back of Shea's motorcycle this morning, and realized that the skinny kid was being bussed quite thoroughly by a taller, muscular man with a suggestion of beard, and a single raven-black braid nearly to his waist. <<

Aw, yeah! Hawtness!

>> that he found what /else/ the boss had given him. <<

Well that was discreet and useful.

>> “What? That we're a bunch of low-forehead, macho white dudes and your our token Black, gay, teenaged mascot?” Rudy's laugh rumbled low, even as he shook his head. “Naw. Unless mebbe you're also disabled and mentally ill?” <<

O_O Daaaaamn. That boy does earn his name. And yet I kind of like the little fart, because he teases with friendly rather than malicious intent.

>> “Stop starin' at us like we're the tigers in a zoo. Haven't you noticed you're on the same side of the bars as we are?” A tiny shake, meant to get his attention. “You're a construction worker, too, or will be when you finish learning the basics.” <<

So much love for this.

I definitely want to nab it for Polychrome Heroics, because Terramagne is an excellent fit for construction workers who are decent human beings.

Also, now I really want to see some asshole catcall a woman, and be stopped by construction workers because that shit is not okay.