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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie
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OCTANE AND CAUSTIC
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[/td][/tr][/table] "Ohhhhh my god, Caustic- this is so boring, mi rey," Octane whines, cleaning out another empty pot before pushing it over to the wolf. They're together, on Caustic's porch, surround by various gardening objects. Tools they can't actually pick up, pots and dirt, seeds and some... saplings or some shit. Sprouts? Octane doesn't really care. It's a Caustic hobby and it made the otherwise stoic fuck happy. He knows what this is- tasks for Octane's hands (paws) to do while the scientist focused on something far beyond Octane's comprehension. He could see it now, as Caustic was carefully taking dirt from various bags and mixing them. Why bother mixing it? It was fucking dirt.
"Well, Octavio, if my hobbies are so boring, I'm sure you can find someone else to bother while I work on this," Caustic sneers, lips lifting to reveal the slightest amount of teeth. He watches the daredevil's ears tilt back and Octavio sit back for a moment to comtemplate his options. He's mixing the dirts to create a new soil- one with different water retention abilities, a measured PH balance. He glances off to the seed packets, pulling one towards him. Nerve plants- or, Fittonia albivenis as he should call it. He was attracted to it's red veins above all else... Tanglewood was not like any of the planets Caustic had inhabited in his life, so the fauna opened new avenues of research aplenty.
Octane grumbles, cleaning out another pot- and finding himself out of pots. He sits back on his haunches, pulling off his left leg and flexing the limp back and forth in his paws. It's an awkward motion- he's trying to grip the limb but "You know I'd do anything for you, right?" He tries to smirk, lips pulling up to reveal teeth. He knows where this is going, trying to convince Caustic to do something else. He puts his legs back on, slinking over to the wolf to start pestering further. "So you could do something for me, mi químico," He watches one of the dots above Caustic's eyes raise. Octane puts a paw to his chest, beginning to boast, "My Awesome Self might not be here for much longer, so we should be spending time together, go do something fun. You mentioned those bodies near the crater? Oh- or maybe we could go screw with an alligator, or- uh- we could start another fire-" he's mid-babble as Caustic lowers the seed pouch held between his metal toes.
His sigh is heavy, as Caustic steels himself to continue listening to Octavio's ramblings. The wolf's shoulders slump, pulling his tail close and flicking the seed packet, listing to the delicious signs of life inside. He thinks of his ruined lab just yards away in the basement of his home. the broken portal device materializes in his mind's eye. Caustic pulls a paw to rub where the bridge of his nose would have been. "Please, I'm extremely tired. I just... want to plant these seeds, okay?" His nose points to the daredevil, watching as equal frustration morphs across Octane's face.
Motherfucker. Fine. He'll be patient, this time. He can only push Caustic so far. He'll toy with Caustic all damn day, but pushing him too far... means the chemist would push him away. He cringes at himself, an uncustomary, "Sorry," spilling out because he doesn't want Caustic to be mad at him. Caustic being mad meant throwing Octane to the gutter, and he can fully imagine him doing just that. Being the subject of Caustic's obsession is a privilege given to Octane and Octane alone- he couldn't risk losing such a treat, now could he? "Okay.... fine. What do you want me to do?"
// TLDR they're just hanging out on Caustic's porch with gardening stuff. go bug them
[/td][/tr][/table]"Well, Octavio, if my hobbies are so boring, I'm sure you can find someone else to bother while I work on this," Caustic sneers, lips lifting to reveal the slightest amount of teeth. He watches the daredevil's ears tilt back and Octavio sit back for a moment to comtemplate his options. He's mixing the dirts to create a new soil- one with different water retention abilities, a measured PH balance. He glances off to the seed packets, pulling one towards him. Nerve plants- or, Fittonia albivenis as he should call it. He was attracted to it's red veins above all else... Tanglewood was not like any of the planets Caustic had inhabited in his life, so the fauna opened new avenues of research aplenty.
Octane grumbles, cleaning out another pot- and finding himself out of pots. He sits back on his haunches, pulling off his left leg and flexing the limp back and forth in his paws. It's an awkward motion- he's trying to grip the limb but "You know I'd do anything for you, right?" He tries to smirk, lips pulling up to reveal teeth. He knows where this is going, trying to convince Caustic to do something else. He puts his legs back on, slinking over to the wolf to start pestering further. "So you could do something for me, mi químico," He watches one of the dots above Caustic's eyes raise. Octane puts a paw to his chest, beginning to boast, "My Awesome Self might not be here for much longer, so we should be spending time together, go do something fun. You mentioned those bodies near the crater? Oh- or maybe we could go screw with an alligator, or- uh- we could start another fire-" he's mid-babble as Caustic lowers the seed pouch held between his metal toes.
His sigh is heavy, as Caustic steels himself to continue listening to Octavio's ramblings. The wolf's shoulders slump, pulling his tail close and flicking the seed packet, listing to the delicious signs of life inside. He thinks of his ruined lab just yards away in the basement of his home. the broken portal device materializes in his mind's eye. Caustic pulls a paw to rub where the bridge of his nose would have been. "Please, I'm extremely tired. I just... want to plant these seeds, okay?" His nose points to the daredevil, watching as equal frustration morphs across Octane's face.
Motherfucker. Fine. He'll be patient, this time. He can only push Caustic so far. He'll toy with Caustic all damn day, but pushing him too far... means the chemist would push him away. He cringes at himself, an uncustomary, "Sorry," spilling out because he doesn't want Caustic to be mad at him. Caustic being mad meant throwing Octane to the gutter, and he can fully imagine him doing just that. Being the subject of Caustic's obsession is a privilege given to Octane and Octane alone- he couldn't risk losing such a treat, now could he? "Okay.... fine. What do you want me to do?"
// TLDR they're just hanging out on Caustic's porch with gardening stuff. go bug them
Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie
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( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]