how I despise your need for stupid conversation;; open - joining

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OCTANE AND CAUSTIC
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They were on a walk, for the moment. Octane had been rambling off to his lab partner for who knows how long about sand and how it fucked up his legs all the time and he really needed to figure something out but oh amigo it's just too boring-
Octane's hind legs dug in the loose sand like shovels all the damn time. He needed a new attachments or just do.. something else. He preferred to walk on the wet sand for this reason. While it stuck to him like porcupine needles, it was compact so his feet didn't sink in.

Oh, hey, what the fuck was that?

Octane is rocketing away, shoulder and neck screaming at him, but holy fuck he did not care-
"Hey! You!" That uh... little shit of Goldie's and Michael came into view now. Fuck, what's that kid's name again? His ears picked up the last of what the bobcat said, something about family? Roxie adopting him? Damn, must be fucking nice.
That same jealousy he was prone to shivered again, bearing its teeth inside his chest. Families didn't mean anything. They were just names, but friends and bonds were more important than that. Octane halts in a flurry of sand and limbs, staring up at the dragon for a moment. His head turns around, watching the wolf saunter behind him, yards away.
"Jesus fuck you are slow!" His head turns back again.

"Sorry, can you catch me up? I'm Octane, shithead behind me is Caustic- you're related to these two? Fucking how? You don't like..." his nose jerks forward, gesturing to the dragon in its entirety.

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This world was home to many a strange creature. Then again, the frontier was as well, but all species could be marvelous in their own ways. Nothing could ever quite match the unhampered beauty of a pair of leviathans, lovers for life, as they moved across the horizon of Solace. Prowlers and Volaticus locustodraco alike were nasty creatures, with snapping jaws and dangerous talons.

He never felt pity putting a bullet in them.

Caustic's ears are perked, listening to Octavio ramble about his life and problems, how the Typhoon was and some of his feelings. He is reserved, listening in silent patience as sand sinks in between his toes. Caustic is pulled along, watching the dragon and others come into view, and Octavio rocketing away like a man desperate to get his family out of their burning home.

He hears the names Octavio calls him, letting a growl illict as his attention rests to the dragon. Caustic tail wags in the slightest, observing the creature up and down and imagining its anatomy. He has questions for it, it's in his nature. Were there others like it? Did it have slime like a snail? Where was it produced from? If it was a snail hybrid, why did it lack a shell? Were there other variations of its species? Caustic only hums, devising when it was appropriate to ask such things.

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