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« YOUGOTBAMBOOZLED » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION ELLIOTT WITT ✦ APEX LEGENDS
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Sapphire

H-hey is this thing recording? It better be recording.

Yeah, it's your favorite Legend Mirage, feel free to leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon. O-or you could just, you know, text like a normal person.

Yeesh.

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[quickerer]

Consciously, the little flicker of a frown doesn't register but Octavio doesn't fail to pick up on something, something just a little off, though he'd never be able to pinpoint it. He cocks his head a little, especially when Mirage doesn't sound like he agrees with him.

"Yeah... four... I think?" There'd been one month in there that had been pretty terrible and it threw off his sense of how much time had passed but he's pretty sure he'd been here more than three months now. It isn't until now that he realizes he never really asked anything in regards to timeframes to anyone else who'd arrived. It just hadn't really ever been on his radar of things to commit braincells to.

He breaks into a knowing smirk at Mirage's reaction to his current company but shrugs.

"It was kind of just nice to have anyone familiar here. But. Yeah," His smile falters a little, gaze unfocused, as he thinks about how much he's missed Che's company these past few months.

"Well, I haven't gotten shot at since I got here," He pauses, thinking, and then nods to himself, needing to think a little harder to make sure he isn't just forgetting about getting shot at. Sadly for Mirage's lackluster attempt at humor, it doesn't get a laugh from Octane either.

"Not that any of us have found or heard about. People do seem to disappear here and there though... which probably isn't great," He swishes his lips, uncertain, "Uh. But, hey, so, Syncing is a big thing around here and, like, I'm sure you totally won't need any help but, uh, if you needed someone to Sync with, you know, I could help you out. I wouldn't mind helping you out. If you wanted to."

His tone is devoid of embarrassment or even hesitation, he just really isn't sure how to put the offer into words in any way that might be eloquent.

[yougotbamboozled]

They aren't the answers he wanted, even if they were the answers he expected. Not that it's Octavio's fault, or anyone else's as far as he knows, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow. The lack of bullets was one thing, but getting shot was a voluntary thing on his part-- not that he missed it. That wasn't the part of the games he really enjoyed.

So he let himself just swing to the next conversation because it was pointless to keep harping on his worries. There weren't going to be answers, most people had made that obvious, even if he had a hard time accepting it. "Oh." He paused as he let out a long breath, furrowing his brows a bit. "What?" There's a lingering moment where he just stares, something that might have made things awkward if it weren't for the fact he looked like he was processing things rather than being offended.

"People keep mentioning that to me--" A little huff leaving his chest as he finally sat back, arms crossing as he pursed his lips. "Always in this kind of-- vague way." A hand lifts, waving the words off before his arms cross again, eyeing Octane like he might get some answers out of looking at him. "Through all this flowery language I'm really not sure about--

"It's sex, right? Fucking?" And maybe he says it a little too loud for a bar, but he doesn't seem concerned with it. "No one wants to just... come out and say it." He could see why, but if there was anyone he could ask about it, it'd be Octavio. He'd at least get a straight answer.

[quickerer]

Octane purses his lips in an exaggerated expression of thought as he figures out how to answer Elliott. In the very least, it implies that Elliott's guess isn't completely correct.

"That's part of it. I mean, you get the most manna and money when you just hook up with someone," He shrugs nonchalantly, as loud and unabashed as usual, "But you can Sync with, like, as little as holding hands or like, leaning up against another person while watching TV. Friend-syncing is totally a thing.

But, like, if you're gonna hang out and Sync why not get the most bang for your buck. Literally. Banging. I meant sex, if that was your actual question. But other people might not mean that if they offer."

He smirks a little before he remembers something, eyes widening, "Oh! I should give you a heads up though. When you Sync doing anything, you get this... connection. It's hard to really explain but you'll know what I'm talking about once you do it. When the connection... connects, you both feel what the other is feeling. So, if you have a secret crush on someone, it's probably not gonna be so secret anymore if you Sync with them. Comprender?"

"So, you might as well just tell me now," He grins, giving Elliott a teasing wink.

[yougotbamboozled]

"Wild." Is all he can get off of his lips for a second, the idea of making some money and-- manna?-- by just chilling and holding hands seemed like an easy proposition on the surface. Enough that he might have taken it for a prank if no one had mentioned anything similar to it to him before now. Not a very great prank, but harmless-ish as far as hand-holding and cuddling went. At least for most people.

A hand raises and he rubs it against his chest, a sort of nervous gesture like he might release some of the pressure there. It doesn't help, it never does, and yet it's something that was burned into him, a habit of sorts. His breath escaped slowly and he just nodded. It didn't feel as insurmountable as everything else, in a way. Maybe because being kidnapped to a magical-gem land just tended to override the "little" idiosycracies that might have been bothersome in a normal place.

"I guess I'll just have to give up my position as the leader of your Fanclub before I hold your hand." There's an impish flicker to his gaze, a slight squint of amusement as he teased back-- that was a lot easier than the other thought that was suddenly eating away at his brain like some sort of worry-borne bacteria. He can't ignore it though and realizes he needs to know an answer before he even takes another two steps.

"Is it just-- stuff about the person you're 'synching' with, that they know? Or... everything?"

[quickerer]

Octane's grin grows a little wider, eyes glinting with barely contained energy. 'Wild', indeed. It is pretty crazy, thinking about how much money he's earned by, well, hooking up with people. Oh, right, and cuddling. Yep. Definitely some cuddling. Platonic cuddling.

"Ay, I knew it. I had my suspicions, you know," He continues with the dumb bit. He can practically feel the tension that had been building in the air around Elliott begin to dissipate slightly.

He tilts his head a little at the question, an eyebrow raising slightly though he decides not to dig. Just an answer.

"It's all in the moment. You feel like... emotions and... um, desires. Whatever thoughts sort of trickle in," Octane does his best to put the experience into words, "It's not really like 'stuff' but more like 'feels'. And, yeah, it's only the person you're synching with. You don't pick up how the dude who is walking by as you're holding someone's hand feels."

[yougotbamboozled]

"Was it all the posters in my room that gave it away?" He leers for a moment before it softens into a playful smile. He liked to play at the idea of being the center of the universe, but it wasn't as genuine as he tended to present. There was something fun in turning that on someone else, if only occasionally. He allows one arm to stretch and roll before he drapes it over the back of the chair, turning a little more in his seat to keep his attention on Octavio as he speaks.

The mention of emotions, desires, and all that being spread just makes him feel like he did when he first arrived: sick. But the assurance it was just feelings was mostly what he was concerned about, and that makes him look visibly relieved. "Good." The last thing he needed was fucking to let someone root around in his brain for whatever secrets may or may not be there; and all the same, he had no desire to pry like that. Mostly.

"I meant-- it's more, feelings than thoughts, right? Memories?" He quests again, like he hadn't picked up on the subtleties of what he's said, but a small part of him was just happy to listen to Octane talk instead of yammering on for once, it was a small reminder of home when he really needed one. Even if he wouldn't admit to it.

[quickerer]

"Pffft, please, there's no room on your walls between your own posters for my merch. Obviously you're pining in secret," He counters. Even in this ridiculous alternate dimension some things were still too ridiculous.

"You seem pretty worried, amigo," But he's just teasing and gives him a real answer after a faint shrug, "Yeah, from my experience it is. It's all feelings. I guess, maybe, if you were thinking super hard about something maybe you could like shoot that into someone else's brain but usually you're kinda distracted with other stuff anyway."

He smirks, obviously implying Elliott and his partner will likely be focused on more carnal matters.

[yougotbamboozled]

He snorts before he can stop himself, the laugh ripping out quickly following that even though he tries not to look too sheepish. "Oh, yeah, in secret." He muses, the laughter dying down to a fond chuckle, rubbing a palm against his chest with a little puff of a breath.

"Worried? Me? No." He answers more instinctively than anything else, but he pushes an easy-going smile because it's the best response he's got for Octane at the moment. "Besides, I'm already incredibly distracting with my clothes on, I hardly imagine anyone's gonna be probing these thoughts once I've got them off." He gestures vaguely to the whole of himself with one hand, as if he was a prize on display, or if that would somehow exemplify the faux-point he was making.