06-24-2018, 03:04 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;"]♡ It's Charlie's soft chitter that alerts Caboose to her presence more than anything. It takes a few moments to process the sound before Caboose, mildly puzzled, turns to the sound. And lo and behold, there's what he's been seeking. The ... not-dog! What was it called? Did it have a name? Caboose wasn't sure, probably wasn't even actually asking these questions in the first place. Chances were he'd end up making up his own name to give her anyways. He was probably thinking of some right now, honestly. ... He definitely was. Most would think that Caboose was a little too hopeful, but he's just the right amount of hopeful, thank you very much.
As the raptor steps closer, Caboose's tail begins to wag. He's restless, wants to move, and his paws shuffle restlessly as he stands in place. He doesn't usually resist any whims he gets, largely because the thought to resist never occurs to him. Nothing ever occurs to him, honestly. He was as dumb as the rock Charlie thought his head was. That was probably the reason Caboose didn't feel any of the instinctual fear he should have in the face of a scaly, sharp-toothed predator. To take it a little too far, Caboose probably would only be uneasy about them if it was exceedingly obvious they were gonna try and eat him. And only a little uneasy. Had Caboose ever felt true fear in his life? Questionable.
The not-dog can't speak, not as far as Caboose is aware. Or maybe it can, but it just doesn't want to! Caboose doesn't really mind either way. Uncharacteristically, the canine is quiet and still as the raptor sniffs his face, only his tail still wagging as he seems to wait as patiently as Caboose is capable of. Which isn't very. Caboose was probably the least patient person on earth these days, but he was capable of it ... sometimes. Rarely. Once on a blue moon. When the raptor steps away, that's when Caboose moves into action. His head twists as he tosses the meat chunk as best as he can. Which isn't very well at all, considering that even when he was human he was absolutely terrible at throwing things. Luckily, the meat was harmless and not a grenade and the only danger here is the giant raptor that Caboose doesn't even register as a threat. Still, with the meat out of his mouth, Caboose is finally capable of speaking again.
"I didn't even know you could get that out of whatever it was," Caboose says, tail still wagging. He didn't have much of a concept of where much of anything came from. He hadn't even known where babies came from till Church explained it, not knowing where meat came from wasn't that much of a stretch. He'd get it eventually. Still, Caboose's lack of grasp on much of anything could be seen as humorous to some people, considering that he was a grown man ... dog ... thing. It was more sad than anything though. Caboose looks like he's about to say something else before he just sort of ... doesn't, nose scrunching. He forgot what he was going to say. Considering his complete lack of filter, it was shocking that the thought was gone before it could be said. Oh well.
As the raptor steps closer, Caboose's tail begins to wag. He's restless, wants to move, and his paws shuffle restlessly as he stands in place. He doesn't usually resist any whims he gets, largely because the thought to resist never occurs to him. Nothing ever occurs to him, honestly. He was as dumb as the rock Charlie thought his head was. That was probably the reason Caboose didn't feel any of the instinctual fear he should have in the face of a scaly, sharp-toothed predator. To take it a little too far, Caboose probably would only be uneasy about them if it was exceedingly obvious they were gonna try and eat him. And only a little uneasy. Had Caboose ever felt true fear in his life? Questionable.
The not-dog can't speak, not as far as Caboose is aware. Or maybe it can, but it just doesn't want to! Caboose doesn't really mind either way. Uncharacteristically, the canine is quiet and still as the raptor sniffs his face, only his tail still wagging as he seems to wait as patiently as Caboose is capable of. Which isn't very. Caboose was probably the least patient person on earth these days, but he was capable of it ... sometimes. Rarely. Once on a blue moon. When the raptor steps away, that's when Caboose moves into action. His head twists as he tosses the meat chunk as best as he can. Which isn't very well at all, considering that even when he was human he was absolutely terrible at throwing things. Luckily, the meat was harmless and not a grenade and the only danger here is the giant raptor that Caboose doesn't even register as a threat. Still, with the meat out of his mouth, Caboose is finally capable of speaking again.
"I didn't even know you could get that out of whatever it was," Caboose says, tail still wagging. He didn't have much of a concept of where much of anything came from. He hadn't even known where babies came from till Church explained it, not knowing where meat came from wasn't that much of a stretch. He'd get it eventually. Still, Caboose's lack of grasp on much of anything could be seen as humorous to some people, considering that he was a grown man ... dog ... thing. It was more sad than anything though. Caboose looks like he's about to say something else before he just sort of ... doesn't, nose scrunching. He forgot what he was going to say. Considering his complete lack of filter, it was shocking that the thought was gone before it could be said. Oh well.
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