OVER AND OVER AND OVER — octane

[OCTANE.]

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Ahab was about to have his whole fuckin' day ruined. Peace or calmness in any capacity was never Octane spots the bear on the beach, squinting through his goggles. Internally, he's sizing up Ahab, trying to decide which buttons to press and if they were worth pressing at all. Octane decides, yes, they are. This dude is a bear, bears are big and scary and sometimes sexy- wait. gross. He tries to imagine this guy as a gruff, stone-faced human, and an imagine similar to Caustic forms in his head.
Eurgh.
Time to go bug this dude. He wants to cigar- now how to tactically ask for it? Octane lops towards him, kicking up sand with his metal legs and planting himself besides the bear. "Hey, you," oh fuck, he's not good at this. "That's uh, cool cigar ya got there." Pop the question, idiot. "Can I try it? Roll it yourself?"

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime