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[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

And the doctor is in!
With an oversized yellow shirt that looks as if it was sewn by someone who had her eyes shut. The sleeves aren't the same length, and they're longer than the shirt itself.
He folds it up carefully and puts it on the Bar, then sits and puts his head down on his arms.
"Teenagers... Hey, darlin'," to the Bar. "Gatorade and aspirin? Please?"

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[guppy_sandhu]

A raised eyebrow from the young doctor eating toast further down the bar.

"Congratulations Cliff. Even with my washing skills I have yet to manage to grow the sleeves of a shirt to different lengths. Tea?"

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

"I'll have you know that this is a new, improved version. Home made with extra teenage angst in the fabric, and contributed to by a whole
group of wannabe fashion experts. This took effort, man.

...yes, please. My head's still whirling." He just laught.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy pours tea and passes it over.

"I made my parents a spice rack once. My school didn't teach needlework to boys though. How are you?"

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

"Boys don't learn it at our schools yet either. This is down to my boy Theo wanting a designer shirt that cost more than his allowance for five months, and his sister volunteering to make him one."

"I'm good. Wanting to hide for a while, but good."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Heh, poor lad. Hiding from the kids or the shirt or neither?"

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

"There's no hiding from the shirt," perfectly straight faced. "I mean, I think we could fit both of us in here at once," holding it up.
"Heh. Maybe I should donate it to Bar, I'm sure it'd fit someone in here eventually."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah, maybe we'll get a haggis wander in one day."