[Trevor wears the same thing that he'd be wearing to work in a few hours to their meeting - a pair of fitted black slacks and a button-down shirt in burgundy, practical but plain.
He too is easy to spot, if only because he's not only a few inches over six feet, he's also broad in the way well-muscled men often are. He's draping his fur-trimmed jacket and bright red scarf on the chair across from Tenn as he walks up, lips twitching into a half-smirk.]
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He too is easy to spot, if only because he's not only a few inches over six feet, he's also broad in the way well-muscled men often are. He's draping his fur-trimmed jacket and bright red scarf on the chair across from Tenn as he walks up, lips twitching into a half-smirk.]
That's what the mobs usually yell, yes.