03-07-2020, 12:14 AM
From the very moment that Michael had met Caustic, he had figured out pretty quickly that the other became excited by... strange things. It wasn't exceedingly hard to figure that out, considering the way that the wolf had looked at the small bobcat's wounds with such delight when he had first dragged himself over the border. That fascination had almost been enough to make the thief turn back, if he had actually been able to get up. Really, the male didn't have too much of a leg to stand on, considering the way that his blood ran hot and his heart beat faster whenever he was on a heist or had some fuckhead who felt it was right to mess with he or Trevor beneath his claws. Despite this, Michael still found himself slightly disturbed when he noticed the thumping of Caustic's tail against the stone floor of the cave, the scientist evidently thrilled by the prospect of thinking about Octane's guts. It turned Michael's stomach, yet he forced himself to keep a straight face, groping around for the bottle of whiskey with his paws before he got a hold of it, pouring more into Caustic's mug. Once he was done with that, he mumbled softly, "Ah.. I'm sure that worked great for the two'a you. So... the two of you were just strictly 'lab partners'? Cause the way you put it, it sounds like a kinda fucked up codependent relationship t'me. Just with... weird injury stuff." Normally, Michael wouldn't have been so brave to just say such a thing out loud, but considering he had already drank quite a bit of whiskey, and his normal cowardly inhibitions were thrown to the wayside. Hopefully it wouldn't end up causing his untimely death. Or at least, if it did, Trevor wouldn't be grieving over an alive man anymore.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan