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Doc's sitting in a booth, feet kicked up on the bench seat across from him. Since most of his shirts have gone missing - he left them out to be cleaned in his room and they're not back yet - he's left sitting downstairs in a white muscle tanktop and a pair of dark pants.
There's a half empty bottle of Dr. Swett's Early American Root Beer sitting on the table, as well as a pair of scissors and a small sewing kit. A stack of his clothes is folded and sitting next to him on the bench seat and he's got a pair of his corduroy jeans inside out and sitting on the table, and he's currently working on sewing a patch on over a nice rip in the knee.
There's a difference between sewing up cuts and bullet holes compared to denim and cotton fabric, but the basic idea is close enough that he's not doing a half-bad job of the mending. He'll get to the holes in his coat next.
[ooc: Botherable, should be around awhile. EDIT: Back!]
There's a half empty bottle of Dr. Swett's Early American Root Beer sitting on the table, as well as a pair of scissors and a small sewing kit. A stack of his clothes is folded and sitting next to him on the bench seat and he's got a pair of his corduroy jeans inside out and sitting on the table, and he's currently working on sewing a patch on over a nice rip in the knee.
There's a difference between sewing up cuts and bullet holes compared to denim and cotton fabric, but the basic idea is close enough that he's not doing a half-bad job of the mending. He'll get to the holes in his coat next.
[ooc: Botherable, should be around awhile. EDIT: Back!]