Vickers picked up the twig clippers and paused to examine it.... it looked sharp enough, then again he knew the true test is always in the execution. He reached out for his broom and lay it across his knees, then reached for his vest pocket and brought out his glasses.
Detailing. He needs better eyes.
He angled his head this way and that spotting the errant twigs and putting the clippers to work
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He turned the broom over and honed in on other twigs sticking out or are otherwise just broken, clipping them off until the broom looked fairly decent. He lay the broom aside again and collected the snipped off twigs with his hands and stood to toss them into the fireplace.