Still a grandeur and abandoned son, pace your running ❀ Story Tellings

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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If he was being completely honest, he spaced out about halfway through. Octane had started fidgeting with his paws, clacking his claws together. When it sounded like it was done, he rolled over, looking at Eulogy and trying to decipher what the tigress just said.
Octane has a blank stare for a good few seconds, as his brain tries to buffer the information. "Wait," he pauses, flicking his tail, "I don't get it." Octane's face turns into a frown- or at least, tries to, but it comes across as an open-mouthed look of disgust.
He tilted his head, "Heroism and stealing are... the opposite. I don't get it."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime