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[hands_of_blu]

There are no battle sounds outside the Medic's door this time as he enters the Bar. If the condition of his normally-neat blue lab coat is anything to go by, this is probably because today's fighting's already over for the day. "Excuse me," he says to the nearest wait-rat. "But vould you be so kind as to bring me a few towels, a bottle of Lysol, und a bowl of water? Und my usual beer, it's been a long day."

When the rat scampers off he settles down at the table and starts rubbing the worst of the ick off his gloves with a convenient napkin.

[tinytag: BLU Medic]