HE WAITS, SEETHING // BLOOMING | WEEKLY TASKS

[CAUSTIC]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Buncha fuckin' weirdos here already. The first guy -shit, if he'd learned his name he didn't remember it- went a little too nicely about it all. Caustic and nice didn't get along, mostly because he just couldn't stomach that shit. There was a reason he spent most of his time around Volatile, and why their names were more like warning labels than titles, but Caustic could behave himself for a little while. Wouldn't stop him from thinking what he wanted, though, especially about the people already here- save for maybe Wolfsbane. The other two around, who he definitely didn't fucking know, were far too lovey-dovey for his tastes, so he largely ignored them, glancing up at the boss in between cleaning one of V's tiger claws.

Proper weapon maintenance was important. Fucker hadn't done it himself.

"Me 'n Volatile could head out for you. I'll make sure he behaves." He gave the claws a hard look under the light, checking for any spots he might've missed before redirecting back to Wolfsbane, grinning crookedly. "Maybe someone'll trade a few things with me. Can't boil cloth for bandages forever, unless somebody wants to donate a shirt." Caustic sure as hell didn't have any without holes.

"Need anything finished here, I can take care of that too."