YOU CAN SET YOURSELF ON FIRE ☆ rat "attack"

[OCTANE.]

Octane hadn't made a friend since arriving here, enough aquaintences though. The cheetah just did not attract friends easily. Well, no, that wasn't quite correct. He attracted plenty of people, as Octane's persona required him to be the center of attention, putting his life on the line daily. The rush was better than the fans though, and maybe that was fine with him. People only left Octavio, friends never stuck, they blocked him or just stopped inviting him to things entirely. The only person he considered his "hermana" at one point blocked him too.
Stupid Ajay.
He didn't need anyone, he just needed Caustic.
The cheetah was walking now, at least. He had a small limp as of right now, as Octavio kept weight off his bad hip. Being inside was boring and made him feel fucking awful. Solitude brought irritation and irritation led him to snapping at the wrong people. Sometimes those wrong people was Caustic and when he was already kicked to shit like this, the scientist elected for the cold shoulder method. It only made him feel more awful, as he didn't have any games to play and the bird he sent to pester the wolf constantly could only fly for so long. Octane is pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Michael's yelling, and he can't help the grin that spreads across his face under his mask. Something to distract him, at least.
The cheetah wears only his running mask at the moment, ears perked up. A chuckle leave him through the hole in the mask, a wiry chirp that was half laugh, half cheetah noises. "Amigo," he strains, pulling himself up to the front of Michael's hut. "I think many mistakes that led you here."

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