Octavio would like to think he gave off that settled nice vibe. One that people could trust enough not to go running. Someone who was at least okay enough that he could at least sit down at the cafeteria lunch table and talk about boys- well if this was one of those high school dramas. "I'm in room one-thirteen. Anytime you need a good ole friend," He nudged his head some. "Come on over and I'll give you a bit of reassurances. Or something. Possibly snacks or tequila." He paused going in thought. "Actually, I can't promise I'll promote good decision making."
Octane nodded his head. "Seen em," Then a shrug. "They hadn't bothered me any. They don't watch me while I pee, so that's a benefit." Because who wants to perform for an audience?
Octavio stopped and turned to his new friend. "Well then..." He lifted his leg and pointed at the metal part. "I have metal legs, you're something fantastical, and we're still just who we are and brand new besties who have the bestest adventures." Putting his leg back solid with the ground, he shrugged. "And I don't think anyone here cares either." Then right back to his little tour and commented.
"That way has the weird kinky sex room. That's pretty new. Also find the arcade that way." He said as if the two items were equal in casual conversation.