05-20-2020, 01:58 AM
It was undeniable that the explosion had placed significant tension upon the already rocky relationship between Alaric and Caustic. Any semblance of trust or friendship that they'd built up to had been dashed as a result of the aftermath of Caustic's failed experiment, although admittedly there hadn't been much trust or friendliness to begin with. The tabby, who'd previously been suspicious of the wolf's modus operandi as well as his purposes, found that his skepticism only grew as a result of the secrecy that Caustic carried himself with. This was, perhaps, a bit hypocritical of Alaric, who also happened to keep his personal life under wraps.
Octane, on the other hand, was another story. Alaric had not had any interactions with the cheetah aside from the time when they had briefly interacted at the border, when Octane had oh-so-lovingly referred to Caustic as Fuckhead. An endearing nickname, truly, and one that the tabby was considering adopting into his own vernacular. Besides that, Alaric knew that Octane existed, and that was about it. Oh yeah, he was kinda irritating too. Had Alaric chosen to spend more time around the cheetah, it was likely that he'd grow even more incensed with Octane's frankly childish behavior.
Plants, though, happened to be an area that Alaric specialized in. He'd devoted quite a bit of time to studying not only herbs, but their appearances and applications as well. He supposed that if he hoped to become a medic one day, that was essential information that he was bound to learn at some point. This hypothesis had proven true, as Isaac had attempted on a few occasions in their lessons to give Alaric a pop quiz—he'd passed each time with flying colors. As expected, of course.
It was for no reason in particular that Alaric had stumbled upon a sizable gathering consisting of Caustic, Octane, Leroy, Aurum, and someone that the tabby did not recognize. For a moment he gazed from afar out of a desire to avoid interacting with the wolf, but upon realizing that the topic at hand was, in fact, plants, he approached the group.
He ascertained from what he heard of he conversation that Caustic was now planting nerve plants. He'd never come across them in any of his herbology journals, meaning that there was probably no real medical use for them. He supposed that they might eventually look nice, but otherwise...
"Feel free to stick around as long as you want, Octane," Alaric stated, uncharacteristic of his normal icy demeanor. He glanced at Caustic momentarily with an uninterested stare before it returned to Octane. As long as the cheetah was around, there would be someone to annoy Caustic, which was perfectly fine and dandy with Alaric.
Octane, on the other hand, was another story. Alaric had not had any interactions with the cheetah aside from the time when they had briefly interacted at the border, when Octane had oh-so-lovingly referred to Caustic as Fuckhead. An endearing nickname, truly, and one that the tabby was considering adopting into his own vernacular. Besides that, Alaric knew that Octane existed, and that was about it. Oh yeah, he was kinda irritating too. Had Alaric chosen to spend more time around the cheetah, it was likely that he'd grow even more incensed with Octane's frankly childish behavior.
Plants, though, happened to be an area that Alaric specialized in. He'd devoted quite a bit of time to studying not only herbs, but their appearances and applications as well. He supposed that if he hoped to become a medic one day, that was essential information that he was bound to learn at some point. This hypothesis had proven true, as Isaac had attempted on a few occasions in their lessons to give Alaric a pop quiz—he'd passed each time with flying colors. As expected, of course.
It was for no reason in particular that Alaric had stumbled upon a sizable gathering consisting of Caustic, Octane, Leroy, Aurum, and someone that the tabby did not recognize. For a moment he gazed from afar out of a desire to avoid interacting with the wolf, but upon realizing that the topic at hand was, in fact, plants, he approached the group.
He ascertained from what he heard of he conversation that Caustic was now planting nerve plants. He'd never come across them in any of his herbology journals, meaning that there was probably no real medical use for them. He supposed that they might eventually look nice, but otherwise...
"Feel free to stick around as long as you want, Octane," Alaric stated, uncharacteristic of his normal icy demeanor. He glanced at Caustic momentarily with an uninterested stare before it returned to Octane. As long as the cheetah was around, there would be someone to annoy Caustic, which was perfectly fine and dandy with Alaric.
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