Octane's vision flashes for a moment, as the bag of Cheetos becomes a grenade and he recoils, flipping back to let the rats swarm the food. He lands on his hip, inhaling a hiss through his teeth and pulling himself back up. Octane carefully pads around the rats, watching them feast. "Uh, probably shouldn't let them have that, but whatever. Your pets." He muses, turning back to face Michael. Octane moves closer, inspecting the rat (Princess?) with them, tapping his paws against the wood. "Don't rats normally have a lot of babies? You think you can handle them?"
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Run fast. Hit fast. Win fast.
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]