06-24-2018, 02:03 AM
♡ Caboose, personally, didn't even really remember how he got here. It might've been in the same incident as Church, but Caboose wouldn't know. He practically had the memory of a goldfish, forgetting anything at all after only a few moments. Or maybe it was his attention span that was bad. His head was empty nearly all the time, see, and he tended to forget about anything, even if it'd only been five minutes ago. How well he remembered said event was like some sort of wheel of fortune, and was pretty hard to calculate. His mind had a weird way of sorting what was important and what was not, and no matter what there'd always be an awkward pause before his brain caught up with the memory.
Oh, but right. Caboose isn't quite sure how he ended up in here. Like -- just in general. He's barely even sure how he ended up in this group, but Caboose liked them! They were nice! He still really, really missed Tucker and Church, though. Especially Church. Caboose felt kind of off kilter without the other telling him how he was supposed to think or feel. Which would be pretty obviously unhealthy to normal people, but Caboose was the literal opposite of a normal person. And was a lot dumber than a normal person. He took everything at face value, and he probably hadn't though long-term in his life. He let other people do that for him, and then Caboose was just along for the ride.
Caboose isn't even quite sure how he found himself here. Where was here? It still smelled funny, like the rest of the groups' home, but he was getting used to it. There were the trees again, like when Caboose was just walking through the territory. ... Did Caboose even really know the word territory? Probably not. He didn't know a lot of words. Just ... one paw after another. Paws! That was still weird to consider sometimes, but it was pretty rare Caboose even considered it at all anymore. Even if it'd only been a few days. Then ... there's something. Blinking as he looks away from his own paws, Caboose stops dead, tilting his head to look at the black figure. Strangely familiar. Caboose blinks a few more times. His helmet is kind of lopsided, as per usual, and it kind of obstructs his vision. "Oh. Who're you?" Caboose chimes, voice as absent as ever. Or a little more absent than ever. It's a strangely intelligent question for Caboose, but it was obvious enough, you'd suppose. His nose wrinkles as a distant part of him grows peeved with his vision and he shakes about his head. You can't blame him. His helmet doesn't have power anymore and it's dark and it's intended for humans, not long-nosed dogs. It's a wonder he even noticed enough for that shocking little sliver to get bothered. Give him a medal, why don't you. And then Caboose gasps, tail beginning a wag as he spots something. Next to the other's paw is -- well, a helmet. Because that's a pretty obvious indicator, see. Obvious enough for Caboose, unobservant as he was, at least. He even knew the difference between the reds and blues now! And that helmet was unmistakable Church's, coloration as it was. Finally!! The Golden Retreiver perks up, tail wagging a little madly as the information slowly makes it's way through his head. Best friend Church!! Here he was!! So Caboose wasn't alone!! "Church!" He cries after a long, delayed pause, maybe a little dumbly, but mostly overwhelmingly excited. Caboose doesn't seem to quite know what to do with himself, starting to move forwards before he stops, realizing that he can't even hug Church. Saddening. Or, he could try and hug Church, but it'd go badly for a lot of reasons. Mostly because Church would react badly. Church was ... the scariest person Caboose knew, honestly. Worse than O'malley? In Caboose's head yes, strangely enough. "You're here!" Where is here? Caboose doesn't know, doesn't really care. As per usual, apparently. Still, rooted to the spot as Caboose was, all of his instinctual responses gone to the wind just like his human form, he's practically vibrating in place. Not to mention his tail could probably kill a man. Caboose probably wouldn't even notice nor care if it did, honestly.
//catch me sweating abt border reunion thread and also former human + fandom characters. im so sorry yall asghsdjfdas
Oh, but right. Caboose isn't quite sure how he ended up in here. Like -- just in general. He's barely even sure how he ended up in this group, but Caboose liked them! They were nice! He still really, really missed Tucker and Church, though. Especially Church. Caboose felt kind of off kilter without the other telling him how he was supposed to think or feel. Which would be pretty obviously unhealthy to normal people, but Caboose was the literal opposite of a normal person. And was a lot dumber than a normal person. He took everything at face value, and he probably hadn't though long-term in his life. He let other people do that for him, and then Caboose was just along for the ride.
Caboose isn't even quite sure how he found himself here. Where was here? It still smelled funny, like the rest of the groups' home, but he was getting used to it. There were the trees again, like when Caboose was just walking through the territory. ... Did Caboose even really know the word territory? Probably not. He didn't know a lot of words. Just ... one paw after another. Paws! That was still weird to consider sometimes, but it was pretty rare Caboose even considered it at all anymore. Even if it'd only been a few days. Then ... there's something. Blinking as he looks away from his own paws, Caboose stops dead, tilting his head to look at the black figure. Strangely familiar. Caboose blinks a few more times. His helmet is kind of lopsided, as per usual, and it kind of obstructs his vision. "Oh. Who're you?" Caboose chimes, voice as absent as ever. Or a little more absent than ever. It's a strangely intelligent question for Caboose, but it was obvious enough, you'd suppose. His nose wrinkles as a distant part of him grows peeved with his vision and he shakes about his head. You can't blame him. His helmet doesn't have power anymore and it's dark and it's intended for humans, not long-nosed dogs. It's a wonder he even noticed enough for that shocking little sliver to get bothered. Give him a medal, why don't you. And then Caboose gasps, tail beginning a wag as he spots something. Next to the other's paw is -- well, a helmet. Because that's a pretty obvious indicator, see. Obvious enough for Caboose, unobservant as he was, at least. He even knew the difference between the reds and blues now! And that helmet was unmistakable Church's, coloration as it was. Finally!! The Golden Retreiver perks up, tail wagging a little madly as the information slowly makes it's way through his head. Best friend Church!! Here he was!! So Caboose wasn't alone!! "Church!" He cries after a long, delayed pause, maybe a little dumbly, but mostly overwhelmingly excited. Caboose doesn't seem to quite know what to do with himself, starting to move forwards before he stops, realizing that he can't even hug Church. Saddening. Or, he could try and hug Church, but it'd go badly for a lot of reasons. Mostly because Church would react badly. Church was ... the scariest person Caboose knew, honestly. Worse than O'malley? In Caboose's head yes, strangely enough. "You're here!" Where is here? Caboose doesn't know, doesn't really care. As per usual, apparently. Still, rooted to the spot as Caboose was, all of his instinctual responses gone to the wind just like his human form, he's practically vibrating in place. Not to mention his tail could probably kill a man. Caboose probably wouldn't even notice nor care if it did, honestly.
//catch me sweating abt border reunion thread and also former human + fandom characters. im so sorry yall asghsdjfdas
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