[ Now that is a surprise. Childermass had vaguely alluded to getting them something, but they'd never gotten to figuring out what that even was before the rest of that evening got wiped away in an alcoholic blur. At least even drunk they all collectively managed to have the sense to stay out of the slush. He steps over to the desk and Childermass once he's carelessly tossed scarf and coat over the couch, the paper bag in hand rustling as he sets it down and swaps it out for the present instead, picking it up and hefting its weight. ]
Hmm. Too light to be booze. Too big to be something to replace all the shit you've stolen from me. [ Not that he has any problem stealing it back, though in his case he doesn't have to be discreet about it. He won't ask Childermass if he wants to be around for the present opening or not, merely making quick, perfunctory work of the wrappings to satisfy his curiosity. ]
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Hmm. Too light to be booze. Too big to be something to replace all the shit you've stolen from me. [ Not that he has any problem stealing it back, though in his case he doesn't have to be discreet about it. He won't ask Childermass if he wants to be around for the present opening or not, merely making quick, perfunctory work of the wrappings to satisfy his curiosity. ]