♡ Honestly, Caboose couldn't predict what he was gonna do himself half the time. Mostly because he didn't think about what he was doing before he, well, did it. But also just cause he just ... didn't know. Or care to know. Because he didn't think about it. Just like he didn't about much of anything. Consequences? What were those? Honestly they didn't even really exist to Caboose because he somehow had a way of turning bad situations into something good in his head, even if there was literally nothing positive about it.
Caboose merely tilts his head as Church snaps at him. Something else? But Caboose didn't wanna. Cause there wasn't anything and he wanted to spend time with Church! He's about to whine about this, ready to spin in some dorky circle when he's suddenly on the ground. His helmet very nearly rolls off as he slams into the ground, but it doesn't, and Caboose is left absolutely puzzled. .. Why was he on the ground? The realization, of course, comes slowly. And then he beams.
"Oh!! Oh, are we playing a game??" The retriever wriggles under Church's grip, completely oblivious as always. Honestly, he seems absolutely delighted, grinning brightly under his helmet. What were they playing? Caboose doesn't know!! Caboose spends a long few moments consider this before maneuvering one paw away from Church to attempt to gently pat Church's cheek with it. Or whatever he could reach, honestly. Might just be Church's side. "Tag! You're it!" He chimes, definitely still under Church and obviously kind of confused but definitely not aware of it. It would seem that there wasn't much point to taking out frustration or anything on the poor canine -- he just wouldn't understand. Which, well, would probably make him a good outlet but probably not ideal. Honestly, the only times he understood was when people yelled at him -- Caboose didn't like it when people yelled at him. Oh well.

♡ Seriously, Caboose didn't know anything about how whatever he's doing may affect people. He just .. does stuff and then stuff happens and Caboose is just left kind of clueless. Which was probably part of the reason Caboose was still absolutely certain Church was his best friend and all that. And probably why he doesn't understand this situation at all, either. Caboose was pretty convinced that he was the one playing along with whatever was going on, rather than the other way around. Still, the Retriever's excitement just grows as Church agrees, even if he still doesn't really get it.
"Oh! Yay!" Caboose's tail wags at the agreement. He's not sure what any of this has to do with being gen-rous, but that's okay. Caboose, for a long few moments, though, just sort of .. lays on the ground. He seems to forgotten a crucial step, which was getting up. The realization comes pretty slowly, as all of Caboose's realizations do, and he quickly scrambles to his paws. What was a head start? Start head? What -- wait, no. He understood now. "This'll be fun!" He partly assures Church, but mostly just seems to be talking to himself as normal. And with this, Caboose tears off into the great outdoors and absolutely didnt maybe sort of absolutely definitely almost trips a lot. He hasn't quite gotten used to running yet, but that's okay. Anyways, Caboose isn't really sure where he's going, and he's mostly focused on running. He's good at that! He used to be good at that. Sometimes. Running was fun, though! Even if he face-planted at least, Caboose had forgotten and didn't really care. Anyways, Caboose really wouldn't notice if Church were to just ditch him. He'd probably run around for quite a while before running out of steam and then later claiming his definite victory over Church, in all honestly. That was just how it was.