go to hell [o, back]

[OCTANE.]

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

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Octane looked up from his destroyed hut to Aphra, pissed as ever. He stares at her for a moment in a dumbfounded gesture, his brain processing her insults. ”Oh,” he mumbles, ”Yeah, I was visiting my lab partner.” No need for an apology- he didn’t do anything wrong and he couldn’t be held responsible for some act of god.

"His house blew up so I went to check on him, fun stuff.” he muses further, flicking his tail. Octane's blazed-out eyes look at Hollow as they approach, grunting something like a "Hola," under his breathe.

Octane's ears tilt back and he grumbles, letting Aphra's words process over his brain. Holy fuck, he is not sober enough for this conversation. Michael approaches, and his lips upturn to bare teeth as the bobcat insults him. "Hey now, shut the fuck up about him. Leave him outta it," He groans, taking a seat on the sand as the world woozes by. Regret and guilt hit him in a dull pain- okay so- his brain tries to process- it was bad that he... didn't come back faster? What else was he suppose to do? Oh fuck, they were gonna kick him out and everyone hatred him and- Octane breaths. Maybe he's just high enough for this. "I get that you are upset," he exhales, tilting his head to the side, glancing at his house again. "How was I supposed to know a meteor was gonna strike, amigo? I was sleeping. Caustic pulled me under the bed when the tremors hit and all." Really, how was he? "I was checkin' he was alright-" he waves his paws, "Cause of the, ya know, unrelated explosion, and just happened to be there when it happened. I'm here now," Okay, good start- how to not make them mad at him?
"Put me to work. I don't give a shit."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime