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

[OCTANE.]

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OCTANE AND CAUSTIC

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They did not consider themselves so strange. No, when Octane stared at Caustic, saw the momentary gentleness he showed to plants, knowing those hands had killed him and other contestants alike over and over.
It's thrilling.
Octane smiles, tail flicking against the ground as he twists himself, pulling the foot off his left leg off again with his paws. He holds it between his toes, a flat, slender piece he was ready to use as a shovel- Caustic pushes a trowel to him. "Oh, uh- ok," he catches the wolf's eyeroll, reattaching his leg and fumbling with the tool in shaking paws. How's he suppose to hold this?

He glances at the lot of them, then to Caustic, because, fuck, he is not about to get embarrassed. Octane rings his toes around it to hold it, digging the stupid little holes. They are not romantic partners- it doesn't work like that. Octavio didn't work like that and Caustic understood. There was much Tanglewood had yet to understand about them, about their motives and who they were outside of the forms that confined their souls.

Most of all, they had yet to understand the extent of Octane's, well, everything.

Octane watches as Aurum brings the plant to life, fur uncharacteristically bristling as he watches Caustic's eyes light up at the sight. Why is that cool to you? Am I not enough?

"That's amazing, Aurum." Finally, a genuine compliment from the chemist. Caustic watches the plant come to life with a starry-eyed expression akin to some kind of child-like joy. Caustic's tail wags as he pulls the now-mature plant to his collection of fauna. He holds it up to his eyes,  "Equally fascinating, it seems to be completely healthy upon precursory observations. A study will be conducted over it and it's kin in the following..." He doesn't want to state an amount of time. It's an acknowledgment they are trapped here. "...time."

"Huh?" Octane's attention is dragged to the tomcat, and shakes his head, staring as his brain buffers through whatever Alaric said to him. "Oh, oh- uh, gracias, amigo!" he cackles, chirping. "Maybe he'll call me next time before he blows up another machine," he cackles, smirking as he meets the wolf's annoyed gaze.

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