here he comes | intro

[OCTANE.]

Octane never slept well, rarely made it to his bed, in fact. He was the type to go hard all hours of the day, stay away until two to three AM easy, then pass out. When he did make it to his bed, he might as well have been dead. Nothing could awake Octavio when he slept, it took multiple alarms or, in the times he ended up in Caustic's bed, the scientist would elect to push him onto the floor. He was a kicker though, and that was the second reason he would end up in Caustic's floor.
Octane left his home again, intent on pacing the shore line again and ah- someone to bug. Good. Chirping leaves his throat as he approaches, "Hey, Amigos, what are you guys doing up this late?"

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