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CAUSTIC
He could just have it?
"I would like to take as much of your human tech as you can give me...." A wheezing cough left him. "...in good conscious." Possession of such objects would bring familiarity back. Reminders of his humanity. Archaic as everything in the cart was, it would be useful to him, even in the slightest sense.
Caustic's tail wagged at the thought of placing these things into his cave.
His cave. He was getting too comfortable again. He still needed to plan on leaving. He wasn't suppose to stay. Was the Syndicate ever going to rescue him?
He looked down at the breathing monkey between his legs, giving a nod. "I can certainly trade it," Another cough, an unmentioned weakness. "...and some services for your chemicals, and take as many of them off your hands as possible. They will be put to excellent use." Caustic was trying to be kind, and certainly hoped he didn't sound desperate.
His eyes wandered to Noor as she arrived, with her bucket of... milk? Strange. Caustic's gaze went to Micheal next, his face hardening and brows raising his an expression of anger as the bobcat spoke. The wolf was trying to give Micheal a non-verbal warning.
Don't start something. While Caustic wasn't aware of all the Pitt's affairs, he certainly didn't want them to be accused of something in the future, and he didn't want to give Kydobi a reason to start snooping in the caves.
"I would like to take as much of your human tech as you can give me...." A wheezing cough left him. "...in good conscious." Possession of such objects would bring familiarity back. Reminders of his humanity. Archaic as everything in the cart was, it would be useful to him, even in the slightest sense.
Caustic's tail wagged at the thought of placing these things into his cave.
His cave. He was getting too comfortable again. He still needed to plan on leaving. He wasn't suppose to stay. Was the Syndicate ever going to rescue him?
He looked down at the breathing monkey between his legs, giving a nod. "I can certainly trade it," Another cough, an unmentioned weakness. "...and some services for your chemicals, and take as many of them off your hands as possible. They will be put to excellent use." Caustic was trying to be kind, and certainly hoped he didn't sound desperate.
His eyes wandered to Noor as she arrived, with her bucket of... milk? Strange. Caustic's gaze went to Micheal next, his face hardening and brows raising his an expression of anger as the bobcat spoke. The wolf was trying to give Micheal a non-verbal warning.
Don't start something. While Caustic wasn't aware of all the Pitt's affairs, he certainly didn't want them to be accused of something in the future, and he didn't want to give Kydobi a reason to start snooping in the caves.
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