Caustic had lulled himself into a nap in the time it took for them to arrive, one after the other. A mere tilt of the head back, a vanquish of all thought, and sleep. While Caustic hated wasting his time with restful naps, but it was better then fidgeting his paws and waiting. Doing so came rather easy to him, and it certainly gave him an excuse to avoid entertaining Octavio. Keeping the younger mentally stimulated was a task all its own, as Octavio's brain needed constant attention and validation. Staying awake gave Octavio all permission to bother him, ask him questions, attempt to hold conversation, get too personal. He, physically, wanted all boundaries removed from them, but emotionally? Caustic wanted him as far away as possible. Trying to rationalize any amount of meaningful emotional contact with Octavio was a mistake, as his mind was too twisted by drugs and danger. Octavio only cared about others on a surface level, and didn't bother to be patient and listen to others, unless commands were supported by brute force.
He was awakened by Octavio shaking him, pushing against him with both fore paws. "Caustic, come on, they're here."
Caustic's deep rumble was instinctive, blinking the grogginess from his eyes, briefly noticing the brown fur and scissors in the grass near Octavio's paws. Was he cutting his fur in his sleep? Was he that bored? His eyes narrowed slightly, the dots on his forehead pulling together, lips upturning for a moment, then locked his gaze on the members before him. Gas puffed from his mouth upon each slow exhale. Caustic stood to his paws, puffing his chest out on reflex, his tail wavering at level. He assumed General meant Leroy had some position of power, but the exact rank was still unknown to the both of them. Green eyes glanced between the lot, and Caustic felt himself being outweighed by the tiger and lion.
It had wings. How interesting.
Eyes back to the dog.
"I am seeking to join your group. I am Dr. Caustic, this is my companion, Octavio."
He was awakened by Octavio shaking him, pushing against him with both fore paws. "Caustic, come on, they're here."
Caustic's deep rumble was instinctive, blinking the grogginess from his eyes, briefly noticing the brown fur and scissors in the grass near Octavio's paws. Was he cutting his fur in his sleep? Was he that bored? His eyes narrowed slightly, the dots on his forehead pulling together, lips upturning for a moment, then locked his gaze on the members before him. Gas puffed from his mouth upon each slow exhale. Caustic stood to his paws, puffing his chest out on reflex, his tail wavering at level. He assumed General meant Leroy had some position of power, but the exact rank was still unknown to the both of them. Green eyes glanced between the lot, and Caustic felt himself being outweighed by the tiger and lion.
It had wings. How interesting.
Eyes back to the dog.
"I am seeking to join your group. I am Dr. Caustic, this is my companion, Octavio."
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