03-01-2020, 09:45 AM
Caustic's relationship with children was strained, at best. Children were normally terrified of him, shakily handing paper to their parents to ask for autographs or ran away entirely. They were stupid and educating them was not Caustic's job in any way. Children were future test subjects, at worse.
He had yet to meet most of the poplulation here, and he didn't want to, either. The scientist was known for being a social recluse, thriving in silence and marveling at his work. The portal maker was continuing to have issues, and Caustic needed to step away from it, at least for a few hours. The wolf stepped outside his home, gas blooming from his mouth with each exhale and soon doubling over in a hacking cough. He was hungry, he needed to eat. Caustic moved, beginning to pad towards the mess hall, green eyes locking on the winged lion first, followed by the array of children that surrounded him. Even the ghost, but caustic would question its existence later.
"Is there something going out here?" He said, lumbering over.
He had yet to meet most of the poplulation here, and he didn't want to, either. The scientist was known for being a social recluse, thriving in silence and marveling at his work. The portal maker was continuing to have issues, and Caustic needed to step away from it, at least for a few hours. The wolf stepped outside his home, gas blooming from his mouth with each exhale and soon doubling over in a hacking cough. He was hungry, he needed to eat. Caustic moved, beginning to pad towards the mess hall, green eyes locking on the winged lion first, followed by the array of children that surrounded him. Even the ghost, but caustic would question its existence later.
"Is there something going out here?" He said, lumbering over.
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