03-25-2020, 06:50 PM
Gas puffs from Caustic's mouth like a slumbering dragon with each exhale. He watches idly, as it drifts into the air, curling into patterns before evaporating. Perhaps he should make another trip to the junkyard tonight for parts, maybe stumble upon the owner of the burned, musky scent that embedded itself between trash.
Caustic crosses his arms, metal toes tapping against the wood with a different sound then his flesh ones. His head moves to lay on his arms, mind briefly wandering as he imagines Octavio underneath him. Vitally, he imagines them as humans, Caustic's sheer weight is always oppressive and suffocating, Octavio only waking up to move him on occasion. He sighs at the thought, closing his eyes until the light tip tap of paws reached his ears.
Eyes open, and he looks upon a cat, moving his paws to let them hang over the stairs. "Dr. Caustic," he answers in monotone. He would always correct them if they dropped the doctor from his moniker. No one here was close enough to him to do so, and it would more than likely stay that way. "I'm fine," he answers, taking in a new breath and exhaling a new puff. Well, what does he say next? He does not want any them to be privy to his problems, that's too personal. "Just some... setbacks." Perhaps that was as vague as he could be.
He sits up as Aurum approaches now, his tail and ears raising, fur fluffing to give the same dominant body language as before. He hopes Aurum heard what his previous answers were, as it was largely the same question. His ears flick back though at the mention of an experiment gone wrong.
"No, experiments cannot be done incorrectly, as long as you document correctly and follow procedures... which I always do." Caustic never did experiments incorrectly, he was, however, prone to bad results.
Caustic crosses his arms, metal toes tapping against the wood with a different sound then his flesh ones. His head moves to lay on his arms, mind briefly wandering as he imagines Octavio underneath him. Vitally, he imagines them as humans, Caustic's sheer weight is always oppressive and suffocating, Octavio only waking up to move him on occasion. He sighs at the thought, closing his eyes until the light tip tap of paws reached his ears.
Eyes open, and he looks upon a cat, moving his paws to let them hang over the stairs. "Dr. Caustic," he answers in monotone. He would always correct them if they dropped the doctor from his moniker. No one here was close enough to him to do so, and it would more than likely stay that way. "I'm fine," he answers, taking in a new breath and exhaling a new puff. Well, what does he say next? He does not want any them to be privy to his problems, that's too personal. "Just some... setbacks." Perhaps that was as vague as he could be.
He sits up as Aurum approaches now, his tail and ears raising, fur fluffing to give the same dominant body language as before. He hopes Aurum heard what his previous answers were, as it was largely the same question. His ears flick back though at the mention of an experiment gone wrong.
"No, experiments cannot be done incorrectly, as long as you document correctly and follow procedures... which I always do." Caustic never did experiments incorrectly, he was, however, prone to bad results.
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