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Clive was over in one of the chairs by the fire, not anywhere near as gothed as he usually was, bad night the night before, or bad morning today, he's got coffee though, and there's a lumpy patchwork bag nearby with a lumpy hand-stitched goth kangaroo peeking out. He was more or less keeping an eye out for Sally so he could give her her christmas present, other than that he was about on the edge of a breakdown, he's due anyway, someone go poke him, but be warned, there might be tears.