YOU'VE MADE ME MISERABLE, MISERABLE ☆ rats

[OCTANE.]

Octane started laughing as the bobcat tried to make excuses for the stunt the other day, his legs scraping against wood and digging small scratches into the material. "Sure, sure, amigo- just invite me next time you wanna start a fire, alright? Way more better ways to do it." Oh, the possibilities were endless. The roof of the huts made amazing tender, but the air was humid here and depending on the last rain, it would take it a little kick. His tail flicked wildly at the idea of using explosives, a warm thermite in his hand would be so nice- oh, the rats! He leaned over, rolling his shoulders and moving again, legs pulling to what would have been a crouch. Octane struggled with the vehicle his soul inhabited every now and then- it was a confusing, lanky form, but man was it fast. The cheetah lowered, getting in Micheal's way to lean over the container and take up all the personal space- "They're cute," he commented, placing each rat with the name Micheal had given them. "Normally I'd recommend like, the pellets and stuff? No, that's low quality- uhuhghg-" He hummed, a paw pulling to his face on instinct. "Vegetables and stuff should be fine, but they're rats, they could eat about anything."

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