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God Help the Outcasts; Open!
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 09:20 PM (964 Views)
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Something spiked in his blood when she asked to see his kit, but he nodded it away, willed it away. Revealing what was in his bag - beyond the rations and the medkit that came standard, naturally - wouldn't go very far in the theme of this interaction.

Keep the peace, prevent this whole thing from melting down around him immediately.

"Sure," he said, brightly, "no, yeah. I get that. Here,"

He turned to his bag, then, opening it halfway and reaching inside it, carefully. His fingers brushed it as he retrieved the box, slid it out from the bag, and closed it shut again, taking an extra moment to smooth it closed, giving the appearance of fussing.

Oskar handed the box over, then - glancing on the ground first - sat beside Caedyn, stretching his legs out and tucking the bag behind him.

"How bad is it, doc?"
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His shield was still intact, stretching his teeth out and letting his piercing wink out at her from the corner of his mouth. Oskar's eyebrows drew downwards, one shooting up again immediately, as if fleeing from the expression forming on his face.

"I think," he said, and swallowed - hard, working around a dry throat, "that we should conserve as much water as we can. We don't really know how long this is... going to take."

His smile turned downwards, forming an apology, eyes flicking to the left.
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He didn't provide one.

((Oskar Pearce, elsewhere.))
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