06-10-2020, 09:00 PM
Ignoring Octane while he was on the prowl came as an impossibility. If the Cheetah wasn't obnoxiously running his mouth at every little thing, then he was scrambling to get to his target destination as fast as he could - him being a klutz and barely maintaining his footing whilst sprinting about only worsened the fact. Despite claiming Tanglewood as his home less than a month ago, Leroy could clearly tell whenever he was in a half-kilometre radius of the guy. Oddly enough, though, the general did not feel annoyed by the green-maned big cat's antics. Though irksome at times, Octane hadn't done enough damage to label himself as a pest in the hound's eyes. A nuisance, yes. But not a pest.
"Come again, Octane?" he replies, at the daredevil's beck and call. Whatever he found, it hadn't been made apparent. The fellow was hyperventilating so hard that he couldn't say a single sentence. "Can't say I got water on me," he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk, "but maybe I'll be motivated to get some, if ya speak clearly."
"Come again, Octane?" he replies, at the daredevil's beck and call. Whatever he found, it hadn't been made apparent. The fellow was hyperventilating so hard that he couldn't say a single sentence. "Can't say I got water on me," he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk, "but maybe I'll be motivated to get some, if ya speak clearly."