03-01-2020, 11:14 PM
Caustic's parents did not shape Alexander. They did what they could, though. They supported him and his scientific breakthroughs, supported him through college, and bailed him out when he faked his death. He missed his mother sometimes, though.
Caustic was staring at the whiskey in his mug as Micheal began to speak again, pulling his eyes away to stare at the bobcat, making note of his wounds as he spoke. More questioning about Octavio- Caustic shift uncomfortably, rolling his shoulders and gas leaving his mouth in little puffs. When questioned about the speedsters fate, a deep, rumbling laugh. The scientist was laughing. It came from his belly and vibrated through his throat, for a few seconds before turning into a wheezing cough that Caustic directed into the floor. It racked his shoulders with each cough, until it sputtered out into a wheeze and he regained control of his breathing.
"To answer your question..." Control. Breathe. "Octavio has walked into flames so many times he can no longer feel its kiss. He... desires far more painful things now." He stares at the mug again. He takes a gulp. He looks back at Micheal. "He is still back home. Bored out of his mind, if I had to guess."
Caustic was staring at the whiskey in his mug as Micheal began to speak again, pulling his eyes away to stare at the bobcat, making note of his wounds as he spoke. More questioning about Octavio- Caustic shift uncomfortably, rolling his shoulders and gas leaving his mouth in little puffs. When questioned about the speedsters fate, a deep, rumbling laugh. The scientist was laughing. It came from his belly and vibrated through his throat, for a few seconds before turning into a wheezing cough that Caustic directed into the floor. It racked his shoulders with each cough, until it sputtered out into a wheeze and he regained control of his breathing.
"To answer your question..." Control. Breathe. "Octavio has walked into flames so many times he can no longer feel its kiss. He... desires far more painful things now." He stares at the mug again. He takes a gulp. He looks back at Micheal. "He is still back home. Bored out of his mind, if I had to guess."
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