CATCH ME IF YOU CAN -- p, caboose

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]The last thing Church had expected to see when he arrived was Caboose. Suddenly meeting the canine again had come as a surprise, and he hadn't really been counting on seeing him again. He hadn't counted on seeing anyone from Blood Gulch again, really. But even so, he was still pretty relieved to see him again--and disappointed. His relationship with his dark blue teammate had always been iffy. While he disliked him for his stupidity, he seemed to think of him as his friend. Or maybe he didn't dislike him at all and he was just...irritated with him ninety percent of the time. That sounded a lot more accurate. Even if he could barely stand him sometimes, he couldn't bring himself to say he didn't like him.

He lifts his head at the greeting, squinting at the other canine through his visor. It was dark so sometimes it was hard to see, and he cursed lightly under his breath as he realized who it was, as this wasn't the distraction he had been hoping for. "Uh, I mean--hey, Caboose," he quickly corrects himself, giving in. He had long since learned that he couldn't escape from him easily, not unless he tricked him somehow. "So, what're you doing?" that was probably a stupid question, since he probably didn't even know himself, but he was bored out of his mind and he wanted something else to focus on.

"SPEECH"