I'M GOING BACK TO 505 / visit

[OCTANE.]

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OCTANE AND CAUSTIC
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Ough, this was gonna be real awkward. Octane didn’t leave with much grandeur or a note, just kinda... did some cleaning for some NPCs and the beach and left. It was the least he could do, so that he didn’t feel completely guilty when he left. Octane just... didn’t fit in and the sand fucking sucked. Plus his house was completely demolished and did he look like the type to rebuild?

"Heyyyyy Goldie, how’s uh, Seakit?” He asked, trying to break tension that... probably wasn’t there but he couldn’t tell. "Sorry for dipping, but uh, this fatass kinda needed me around-" Caustic smacks him in the back of the head.

Oh, he hates this. He feels like Goldenluxury and Roxie are staring at him, criticizing him. It like their staring at him- Goldie would probably get with Roxie before she left and talk shit about him. Gossip, Talk about how fucking awful he was and tell everyone else- Octane sucks in a breath.

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More sea salts scents, which meant another Typhoon member dragged themselves here.
Caustic knows he obligated to greet them, wonders if he can get away before- oh, no, Octane is already going towards them. Just great.

After Caustic smacked Octavio with his paw, he huffs in a cloud of gas, sitting down. "Goldenluxury,” He starts, choosing to refer to the tigress by her full name. Caustic is a no-nonsense type, and they are not friends. Why was her name like that, anyways? "Good to see you, hope you are doing well in light of events,” he isn’t good with apologies or sympathy... it’s just not in his persona.

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