06-30-2018, 05:49 PM
♡ Caboose hadn't quite adjusted to his new life yet. It was on a more superficial level -- Caboose was always quick to adapt to stuff, and this was no different. But ... no matter how little Caboose cared about the body change or joining this group, he wasn't used to it, and he couldn't do a lot of the things he used to be able to do. It ... kind of threw Caboose's routine out the window, and with it, his mental stability, probably. Everything felt off kilter and wrong and he's not sure how to fix it. Muscle memory didn't quite work when everything is different but at least he wasn't shooting his teammates by accident now. Personally, Caboose didn't see the big deal about it, but his teammates always yelled at him afterwards so it was kind of stressful.
Right now, though -- well, Caboose had been exploring. He wasn't really sure what to do with his time anymore, now that Church wasn't bossing him around or telling him to go on watch. What had Caboose used to do in his freetime? He's not sure anymore, so he's just been ... wandering. Where was Church? He wasn't sure. At some point, though, he'd ended up here. He'd been playing in the water, earlier -- just splashing around and at one point nearly drowning, but Caboose had already pretty much forgotten about that. His paws hurt because of the rocks, but it's okay, he doesn't mind.
Hearing a voice, however, Caboose startles. Pretty badly, actually -- he trips over his own paws and ends up with a face in the sand-rocks. He yips or squeaks or something as his nose bashes against his helmet window thingy, but quickly scrambles back to his paws with only a slight stumble. He doesn't seem very bothered by this, though, promptly spinning around a few times till he finally catches sight of the bobcat. His tail begins to, of course, wag. Another person! Very nice!
"Yeahh, it's pretty cool. It's blue!" Caboose says in that kind of strange tone of his, stating the obvious as he always does. Beneath the helmet, he's beaming as he addresses the dark feline. He liked blue -- he's forgotten what colors he liked were, but he's sure its one of his favorites. Oh well, he'll remember eventually. And then forget it again. That's okay, it's always like that. He's ... Gilderoy?? No, no, just Roy. He thinks? Mu ..... Must ... hang ..... Oh, spooky. Well, that was at least really close to Roy's actual last name. It was equal measures impressive and sad. Caboose forgot his own name sometimes -- mostly his first name. He hadn't been called it in forever but people kept on introducing themselves by their full names and Caboose never remembered them because they were long but??? ... He's not quite sure what he's talking about anymore. "Nope!! I'm Caboose!" R .... Royyy .... speaks kinda like ... people did. What people? Caboose isn't sure, something like the military people. He's not sure who. Not his teammates, at least -- they yelled a lot, and they didn't talk cool. Except for Church, sometimes.
Right now, though -- well, Caboose had been exploring. He wasn't really sure what to do with his time anymore, now that Church wasn't bossing him around or telling him to go on watch. What had Caboose used to do in his freetime? He's not sure anymore, so he's just been ... wandering. Where was Church? He wasn't sure. At some point, though, he'd ended up here. He'd been playing in the water, earlier -- just splashing around and at one point nearly drowning, but Caboose had already pretty much forgotten about that. His paws hurt because of the rocks, but it's okay, he doesn't mind.
Hearing a voice, however, Caboose startles. Pretty badly, actually -- he trips over his own paws and ends up with a face in the sand-rocks. He yips or squeaks or something as his nose bashes against his helmet window thingy, but quickly scrambles back to his paws with only a slight stumble. He doesn't seem very bothered by this, though, promptly spinning around a few times till he finally catches sight of the bobcat. His tail begins to, of course, wag. Another person! Very nice!
"Yeahh, it's pretty cool. It's blue!" Caboose says in that kind of strange tone of his, stating the obvious as he always does. Beneath the helmet, he's beaming as he addresses the dark feline. He liked blue -- he's forgotten what colors he liked were, but he's sure its one of his favorites. Oh well, he'll remember eventually. And then forget it again. That's okay, it's always like that. He's ... Gilderoy?? No, no, just Roy. He thinks? Mu ..... Must ... hang ..... Oh, spooky. Well, that was at least really close to Roy's actual last name. It was equal measures impressive and sad. Caboose forgot his own name sometimes -- mostly his first name. He hadn't been called it in forever but people kept on introducing themselves by their full names and Caboose never remembered them because they were long but??? ... He's not quite sure what he's talking about anymore. "Nope!! I'm Caboose!" R .... Royyy .... speaks kinda like ... people did. What people? Caboose isn't sure, something like the military people. He's not sure who. Not his teammates, at least -- they yelled a lot, and they didn't talk cool. Except for Church, sometimes.
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