But today I woke up in your bed [O, BONFIRE]

[OCTANE.]

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OCTANE AND CAUSTIC
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"Come on, come on," Octane held one match between his toes, clenched to keep the stick in place via friction. His paw held down the match box, angling it up to try to pull the match across. "Come on, come on, let's go-" he's hit it like four times now. It's gotta light, right? It be awful if this was dud box or something, finding a new one was an adventure he wanted no part in. It would take too long and he needed this right now.

It breaks, and Octane's frantic self is showing again, scrambling to reopen the box and try another. A brown paw grips over his own, stopping his antics and looking up at the wolf. The matches are taken from him, their paws moving together to reopen the box. Caustic takes a match between his teeth, striking it against the box held between Octane's paws. Octane feels himself shaking as the wolf pulls away, lit flame between his teeth, gas seeping from between his teeth. He wonders if Caustic would just ignite and this fun bonfire would turn into manslaughter very quickly... The image of Caustic's burning self slaps through his head.

Octane is brought back to reality as he watches the wolf flick the match into the tender, the fire starting. He blows on it, letting it grow and taking steps away as their work goes up in flames. The heat is familiar- thermites come to mind- and Octane grabs onto the closest mobile object- Caustic himself- and shakes the wolf's shoulders.

"YEAH! We got it! Oh man... what now? I'm bored."

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Visiting Octavio, never mind staying a few days to monitor his health, came with a few understandings. First, Octavio was distracting. If he brought any work with, it would not be done. The only exception to this was if the "work" was Octavio himself. That being said, any of their traditional work together could not be achieved under current circumstance. Second, Octavio was draining. Caustic's self lead him to sleeping at regular hours and working inside his home for hours on end. Octavio didn't have any devices or games, so the daredevil elected to look outside for mental stimulation. Since the scientist was visiting, that meant dragging Caustic along.

This, of course, was Octavio's idea. Collecting tender, palm leafs, wood, and building them into a pile onto the beach. It wasn't the most productive of things, but it was a task to accomplish together. Fires were easy, a cornerstone of human development.

He wasn't particularly interested in Octavio's "friends" (or lack thereof, it seemed), but was willing to meet with them for obligatory greetings. He wonders, how much the other had blabbered about him. Caustic knows Octavio was one to lay his soul and body bare to everyone, a habit that was seen on repeat. As for Caustic, the only person that knew of their agreement was Michael. He was ritually uncomfortable with others digging into his personal life or matters. That was a privilege deemed to few and few alone.

Green eyes cast down to the cheetah, watching his paws shake as he struggled to light the match. His eyes narrow slightly at this, he knows Octavio was easily excitable, but normally his motor functions were better. As the match breaks, Caustic puts his paw over his. Their eyes meet and, for a moment the sand blurs away. Fur is replaced by olive skin and a pierced, scarred face. Caustic's head tilts to the left, staring at Octavio's face. He is soon sourly reminded that it is not Octavio, and the illusion shatters away into a round-faced cheetah.

He takes the box, opening it with him, and striking the match held between his teeth. It's a careful maneuver, but a question is quickly answered, Caustic's gas is not flammable. He flicks it into the tender, nursing the flames and watching them grow. When Octavio grabs him, a quick growl follows suit, and Caustic tenses.

[[ TDLR: Octane starts a bonfire on the beach w/ Caustic]]

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie