#lovclythief

OCTANE CROSSED HIS ARMS.

even if loba wouldn’t be able to see his face under his gear, she would be able to tell that his expression was sour. he’d totally just opened up to her about some deep shit and she decided to work against him? not cool.

“ you ain’t one to talk, you know! “,

he retorts sharply, back straightening a little bit as he pushed out his chest, as if he just unveiled something nobody else knew-- which was a lie. it was very obvious how stubborn loba was herself.

voicemails.

    in normal scenarios, he wouldn’t have the guts to call her. he had only barely gotten her number, something about keeping her phone clean for business contacts, but hey - he’s a business! or. his bar is, anyway. his hands feel warm when he dials loba’s number, as does the general air around him, and there’s not a strike in nervousness in him as he waits. ( funny what several drinks in gets you. )

OCTAVIO STOPPED DEAD IN HIS TRACKS. like a deer in headlights, he stared at loba, phone in his hands. he didn’t expect her to be so un-chill about him casually walking into her section of the dropship. he didn’t grasp on the concept of being unwanted in a certain space, either.

“ it’s just-- i-- uhhh. “

what DID he want from her in the first place? he looked back at his phone; he’d pulled up the most recent fan votes about the apex games. right, he wanted to show loba.

but suddenly, he felt his flight instinct kicking in. he had the distinct feeling that he did NOT want to pick up an argument with loba. she was pretty intimidating already, he had to admit

“ y’know what, nevermind! see ya in the ring! haha! “

" WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO PERSISTENT? ",

he asked in response, eyes rolling behind his goggles while a grin spread on his face behind his mask. he wasn't REALLY annoyed with her, if anything, he just wanted to egg loba on further.

" just kidding, heh, i dig that actually. i guess that's what made you so successful, eh, hermana? "

maybe keeping the conversation going would distract the thief from pointing out another dumb idea octane had that he was indulging himself in. this time he wanted to see if with the right angle, he could throw a grenade on his jump pad and launch it to the enemy all the way across olympus' gardens. he just had to get the angle right, and if it came to that sort of math, octane was a real natural at it.

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