Well, to Octane's defense, really, he would fuck with anyone of the lot. It was just in his playful nature, and was purely harmless! Mostly. Kinda. Something.
"Well, you should of said something. We don't know what it's going to do or not do. It's just a thing that is happening. For all we know it could of snapped and we would of been free!" A smirk on his face, he looked past Stan. "Lets try that direction." He pointed, and then started running again - before sliding to a stop. "Just kidding!" Octane offered a smile to try and break the tension some. "Look, my man." He started. "I apologize," He shrugged. He wasn't sure if he was apologizing for what he did, or the week Stan was about to have.
"It'd have to." Octane commented on the whole magic thing. "This place is weird enough to cause it." Octane thumbed towards their front door. "Look, we can just head to my place. I have clothes." He paused a minute. "And you can indeed see I have a bathroom too."