Pass the test [o, bro they are literally just vibing]

[CAUSTIC.]

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CAUSTIC AND OCTANE

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Caustic, now with his pots before him, started to poke holes into the soil with a toe of his paw. He pulls the daredevil over to show him the action. It's important to get Octavio's hands (paws) busy, so that he would be preoccupied.

When the first approaches, that boy of Aurum's, Roy, Caustic tilts his head. He lets one of the dots above his eyes raise. "Ah," There's the quiet beat of Caustic's tail thumping against the porch as he gets to talk about something he's interested in. "Fittonia albivenis," Latin rolls off his tongue in ease, "Or, 'Nerve Plants' I believe they are called." He holds up the seed packet between his toes to display the picture. "Quite the interesting specimen, I'm very attracted to their red veins, I hope they will grow in similar health as the photo."

Caustic's gaze moves up as the General himself approaches, feeling the Wolf's body move so he would sit up, tail up and ears at attention. It's... not a response he has control over. Leroy is one of the few here the rivaled Caustic in size. He feels... weird, around the other canine. He's either supposed to challenge him or respect him and the Wolf brain can't decide which to do. He grunts, letting Octavio speak. If Leroy was here, then the lion-

Ah, think of the devil and he will appear. "Good afternoon, Aurum." He can't relate to the lion much and they are already at odds with each other. He can... communicate on a few things though. He wonders if he should mention Roy's good health, but considers it may come across the wrong way. He elects for the response- "Hm... I'm interested. Try it on this one." He pushes the aforementioned plant to Aurum.

Finally, Ivan approaches, where Caustic's tail starts its slow wag again, but is silenced as the youngster's question is directed to his lab partner.

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Man, Caustic had friends? Fucking wack.

He's mostly preoccupied by twisting holes into the soil, legs tapping against the wood with each clank of platinum. Octane gives an attempted smile of bared teeth to Roy, his mask and goggles laying off to the side. "Hola! We're just hanging out-" He's silenced as Caustic pushes pots to him, and Octane sets to poking holes in the soil with the cheetah's paws.

Octane's ears tilt down and his mind already races around the possibilities as Leroy approached. Leroy is taller than Caustic, he quickly realizes. He's already imagining it- what they'd look like in a fight, who would win, if Leroy had any cool tricks or something... his tail lashes back and forth at the thought. "All good amigo, Caustic wanted to do something so I'm just kinda... hanging out. I think this is- soooooooo boring but-" he sees Caustic give a side-eye and shrugs.

He gives a nod to Aurum, about to speak, but his attention is pulled as Ivan approaches. Octane sit up, groaning a little and giving an, ehhhh, sound. He glances towards Caustic and their eyes meet for a moment. "Uh.... No, I don't think so. I can only tolerate this guy for so long, ya know?" Octane chirps as he laughs. "I still got like... things to do in Typhoon I guess. I should head back soon."

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