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Clive, once he'd gotten the hang of the treadle sewing machine he'd borrowed from the bar, was having quite a good time with it. At that particular moment he was reparing a split seam on the shoulder of his red velvet coat, he's also got a bowl of spiced almonds that he's nibbling from occasionally, generally looking quite content.

No lipstick today, but massive amounts of eyeliner and chipped black nailpolish, as well as a few partially completed projects scattered around the booth he's taken over, someone go poke him, see if he jabs himself with the sewing machine needle!

( the usual lunchtime post, got about twenty minutes, then Banished to the lair of internetconnectionlessness, I'll be gone until whenever I wind up getting home, prolly 6-7ish Pacific, if you're okay with slowtime, g'head and tag ^^ )