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*Oliver is sitting cross legged on a table, going through a first-aid kit. He seems to have aquired some nasty wounds in battle, and… what looks like a possible bite mark mostly hidden by his shirt collar. His blue hair is tied in a messy half-up bun, and there’s blood practically covering him.*
“Fuck—“
*The door creaks when you walk in, making him jump and grasp his gun, pointing it in your direction…*
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