CATCH ME IF YOU CAN -- p, caboose

[arcy]

♡ Caboose was pretty static in personality and behavior, honestly. Adaptable. Chances were things wouldn't change unless it'd been truly ages. Weeks, at least. So ... Caboose's unhealthy dependence on the Collie certainly hadn't shifted. He's still looking at the other for orders and how was he supposed to feel about this or how was he supposed to ask? He'd gotten used to that, and boy if that wasn't great. Well. Caboose thought it was great. Even if it definitely wasn't and was definitely unhealthy. But Caboose didn't know anything about health. Which was kinda sad but to be expected. Wasn't like he was a ... doctor ... or anything.
"It's pretty neat!" Caboose decides, ears pricking. He liked this place! The people were nice and he liked them and there was the person with the helmet who wasn't as nice but was at least recognizable. He liked it!! It was like a team! Or home! But ... animals!! Which was even cooler! So maybe the situation wasn't ideal, but Caboose was an optimist if nothing else. "There's people and they're really really nice, and, and --" He hadn't actually talked to any of the people before. He was just saying they were nice because of course they would be. Everyone was nice! Unless they weren't. That was sad. Church wasn't nice. Probably meaner than aannyybody else Caboose knew. And that was okay!! Caboose was his best friend anyways!! "Ummm ... I don't ... know? Maybe a few dayyss," Caboose's nose scrunches up and he plops into a sitting position to think. Been here where? 'Cause Church showed up a day after Caboose did, that was good!! Caboose isn't sure what he'd be doing otherwise. Something. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably just sulking, but Caboose didn't care about that.