LITTLE WHITE ROOM OF MINE // trying to walk

[OCTANE.]

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OCTANE

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

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Octane slots and locks his leg back in, rolling onto his stomach to loaf and prop his chin on his paw. "You know it's rude to ask a disabled person what happened to them," he chirps in a cackle, waving his paw in dismissal. "I'm just pulling your leg," aw man, he was the pinnacle of comedy, "anyways, I blew them off.

"You should definitely see a medic if that gets worse. I don't think you guys got the tech for cool robo-legs like me," Octane chitters, tapping his paws.

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime