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CAUSTIC AND OCTANE
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[/td][/tr][/table]“Caustic, you’re being a baby. Little baby, that’s you-” he can’t even finish his mocking before the mad scientist in question has slapped across his face and sent Octane to the mud. “Euergh, increíble,” Octane snickers as Caustic looms over, asphyxiated raccoon back under his free paw. The cheetah has the audacity to start his chirping laugh, patting the other cheek with a paw. “Now this side, amigo-”
Caustic lets his lips flare up, teeth bared in a growl. “You would be wise to cease your teasing,” the scientist warns, watching Octane laugh again. “Octavio, I know you are the most annoying person alive, but my patience has its limits…” The wolf warns, “and tests of that patience from you is met by force and force alone.
“Oh, that’s the goal, Caustic,” Octane knows he’s getting in trouble, knows this will get him a good punch or two. His smirk drops when Caustic sighs at the response, turning back to their prey. Oh… were they not playing the game? Motherfucker, please stop being sad. Try to have fun with this. He lays on his back, using his back legs to kick over to Caustic and lay on his side. This is where he would have laid like a french girl- just to further accent his pestering. “As I was saying,” he starts, dragging his paw against the dirt in patterns, “I think you’re being a baby. You should just bite them.”
Caustic growls again, “No, I-” he cringes, “It’s… gross.” the scientist shivers at the idea of the raccoon intestines in his mouth and the Wolf’s teeth tearing away at skin.
"Okay, but mi químico," Octane muses, letting the bared-teeth smirk appear on his face again. "We're gonna be stuck here longer than we meant, so, uh, ya might wanna get used to it."
[/td]Caustic lets his lips flare up, teeth bared in a growl. “You would be wise to cease your teasing,” the scientist warns, watching Octane laugh again. “Octavio, I know you are the most annoying person alive, but my patience has its limits…” The wolf warns, “and tests of that patience from you is met by force and force alone.
“Oh, that’s the goal, Caustic,” Octane knows he’s getting in trouble, knows this will get him a good punch or two. His smirk drops when Caustic sighs at the response, turning back to their prey. Oh… were they not playing the game? Motherfucker, please stop being sad. Try to have fun with this. He lays on his back, using his back legs to kick over to Caustic and lay on his side. This is where he would have laid like a french girl- just to further accent his pestering. “As I was saying,” he starts, dragging his paw against the dirt in patterns, “I think you’re being a baby. You should just bite them.”
Caustic growls again, “No, I-” he cringes, “It’s… gross.” the scientist shivers at the idea of the raccoon intestines in his mouth and the Wolf’s teeth tearing away at skin.
"Okay, but mi químico," Octane muses, letting the bared-teeth smirk appear on his face again. "We're gonna be stuck here longer than we meant, so, uh, ya might wanna get used to it."
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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie