OH ROCK BOTTOM ☆ caustic

[michael t.]

Michael had thought that the conversation going on between the two of them had just been... casual. Calm and without much meaning, babbling to fill the time like the conversations he and Trevor had many a time in the past. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though that was the case. Either that, or the thief had gone just a step too far in his joking around about Caustic's relationship. When the wolf stood up to his full height, Michael felt his ears pin back as well, half in anger and half in apprehension. His claws curled against the floor beneath him, an aggravated hiss leaving him without his consent, driven totally by instinct.

He stepped back, his tail still curled protectively around his recorder as he shot back, "Hey, hey, chill the fuck out there, Caustic. I wasn't tryin' to start any shit here, I was just jokin' around. Trust me, I know it's a little hypocritical for me t'say somethin' like that." He then gestured a paw out towards the bottle of whiskey in front of him, as well as the mug that still sat in front of Caustic's massive body, forming a weak wall between the two of them. As he did this, he mumbled lowly, "All we're doin' is having a calm and sad conversation on Valentine's day over whiskey. I really don't want t'fight, buddy." His tail was twitching a bit behind him, his body tense and stiff in case Caustic decided to follow through on his threatening stance.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]

[CAUSTIC.]

Caustic's ears were pinned back as well, face scrunched into an annoyed frown. His lips pulled up in the slightest, gas leaking out between his teeth in small wisps. Their relationship was not normal by any standard, but Caustic preferred it that way. He didn't have to get too attached and Octavio was always ready to throw his life into the lion's mouth.
Octavio was a fighter though, having killed Caustic plenty of times inside the ring. He was a lion for war, not a lamb. The wolf's tail waving back and forth. He looks down at the mug, still half full of whiskey, and slips his paw into the handle. Caustic dumps the remainder onto the floor, then sets it down. "I think we're done talking, Michael." he says, picking up the mug with his teeth, and leaving to return to his own cave.

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