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"Uh, anyone care to explain?" Diggle asked.
They all turned from the monitors to look at him.
He was holding up a pen with something flimsy and bright green dangling off of it.
Roy started coughing.
Felicity flushed and her jaw dropped.
Oliver smiled. His GENUINE smile.
"Anyone?" Diggle asked again, tossing the tiny bit of fabric onto the metal table.
Roy was clearing his throat and examining his shoes.
Felicity was just staring at Diggle.
Oliver shrugged, strode over, and pocketed the panties.
"Mine," he grinned at Digg. Then he turned, looked into Felicity’s eyes, and his voice dropped close to a growl. "Mine."