I WILL TURN THIS ------- CAR AROUND!! [o]

[michael t.]

Michael was only slightly comforted by the presence of Roxanne at his side, the feeling of their pelts brushing together providing him with a much needed sense of familiarity when Octane turned his gaze towards them. The fugitive was thoroughly caught off guard by how furious Octane looked, used to the cheetah being a carefree presence that he had only ever seen goofing off or teasing him about something. He knew from Octane that his relationship with the scientist was far from the healthiest thing in the world, and he had hardly ever assumed that the daredevil was in a particularly good headspace, but to see him like this? He looked more feral than Roxie had when she had torn into the dire wolf. Hell, he looked as righteously furious as Trevor did whenever he went into one of his killing fueled rage states. However, Michael was always used to those rage states being focused upon people other than him, so when he saw the look in Octane's eyes and the way his body trembled, he felt the need to recoil, and get away from the situation. Instead, he just pressed farther into Roxie's coat, seeking comfort in her fluff like a frightened child, despite the fact that his jaw clenched, fully ready to fight back if Octane finally snapped and launched himself forward. Despite the many jokes made at his expense, Michael Townley was far from defenseless, and he would let Octane know that through force if needed. Especially if he knew that Octane was eyeing his jewelry, desperate to rip into it despite the fact it held no real value to him besides representing the destruction he could be causing.

Thankfully for all present, Octane seemed to force himself to calm, and Michael felt his muscles relax as well, albeit not all the way. He was prepared for Octane to shrug everything off, and pretend like that burst of vicious emotion had been nothing but a fluke, but he was caught off guard when the male responded with a "no", an answer that was appropriate, but far from what he himself would've given. The bobcat watched as Octane tilted his head to the side, a wince passing through his body when he saw the way the cheetah's movement pulled at wounds and drew blood. He would've thought that Octane would be enjoying himself, given what he had learned about the other from Caustic, but that didn't seem to be the case, considering the frustrated and vicious look in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Michael listened intently when the legend spoke again, a soft snort leaving him when he heard the quiet request for death, almost like a plea. Had it been anyone else, perhaps Michael wouldn't have allowed himself the little huff of amusement, but considering what he had learned thus far... it hardly surprised him. Shaking his head from side to side, the thief glanced over at Roxie before he spoke, his voice curt and perhaps the slightest bit worried – but only a little, "That's not usually a good thing, you know. You should talk to somebody about that. Caustic, maybe." Michael froze after he spoke, his own eyes widening minutely at the slip of the tongue he had just let out. He hadn't meant to let Octane know that he knew Caustic... ever, really, but he supposed the cat was out of the bag. Hopefully that wouldn't just drive Octane into another furious trembling session.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]