LITTLE WHITE ROOM OF MINE // trying to walk

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OCTANE

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

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Octane's voice croons in his chittering laughter, "Well you see, when you know a couple guys and come from the freaky future, you can get cool robo-legs like me." Octane tries to snicker, but it comes across as a weird, toothy expression.

That freaky-deeky lion Caustic complained about arrived, Octane's tail flicks back and forth, eyes gazing Aurum up and down. Briefly, he wonders what the dude's bite force is.

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime