said too much ♡ drawing??

[arcy]

♡ Caboose didn't really mind being a dog, honestly. He was probably handling himself better in this form than he was as a human, at any rate. He knew how to swim now!! He always used to sink. But he liked swimming!! It was fun!! And!! And!! .. And, um. What was he thinking again? Oh right! Dog! Why dog? .. Caboose's only concern with this form was his lack of hands, honestly. And only for trivial reasons. He used to really like to draw! He still liked to!! It was fun and it was one of the only things he could focus on by himself for more than a few minutes at a time. But he didn't have hands and the crayon he'd found kept rolling out of his paws. It was getting .. very frustrating. Frustrating in Caboose's terms, I mean. Which was barely any frustration at all, though he was getting upset. The Retriever lets out a wordless woof, pawing aggressively at the poor, broken crayon. He couldn't pick it up now!! He didn't like broken crayons. But he had another one! He had a box!! It had all sorts of colors! Caboose doesn't remember where he found it, though. But he had it now! Wasn't that fun!
Caboose's next attempt goes .. better. Selectively better. He his this crayon inbetween his teeth(the rest of the crayon box was knocked over and spilled in Caboose's attempt to grab the new one) and he has his head tilted just a little to press it into the paper. And yes, shockingly, Caboose had grabbed a paper instead of just drawing all over the walls or something. But mostly by sheer luck of finding a blank paper and knowing that it was even better to draw on!! But he couldn't control the lines. The currently helmet-less Caboose, after a minute, drops the crayon, looking distinctly disappointed for possibly .. the first time in his life, honestly. Did Caboose even know what disappointment was? Well, he was feeling it, if only subtly. He wasn't good at negative emotions of any sorts. But you couldn't blame him -- if there was one, singular thing Caboose could manage to do pretty well, by his standards, it was drawing. Even if they were crayon drawings. "Aww," Caboose whines, kind of quietly by his standards, but still pretty loud. The crayon drops to the ground(the common room ground, thanks) with a clatter. Caboose, having most definitely forgotten he was holding it, blinks a few times, startled, before looking at said purple crayon accusingly. And then he bats at it a few times with his paws, mumbling under his breath pretty distinctly.
//catch me doing anything but posting in actual open threads. also this is rushed haa
also i really liked that 'caboose is a good artist' headcanon i read ages ago can you tell. i dedicated an entire thread to it see. he's doing his Best.