07-12-2018, 05:47 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church never really cared what Caboose was doing. He was an idiot, and got himself into trouble a lot, but as long as he wasn't following him around and being annoying, then he was fine. Still, it was difficult to count how many times he had to save his hide in the past. He didn't like the guy, in all honesty, but while he could have been like Sarge and purposefully tried to get him killed, he just...didn't have the heart to do that. He wasn't that kind of guy, and besides, the extra soldier was always a plus. So he had kept him around and made sure to watch him often, just to keep him out of trouble.
Now, a lot of things had changed, maybe even including their relationship. While Caboose thought of him as his best friend, it was pretty one-sided. But since they were stuck in this situation with none else familiar, he was about the only person he could count on--which was definitely not good. He was eager to find others at first, but eventually gave up, as there was no way of knowing where the others were. They could have been anywhere, really.
One thing that hadn't changed was the watchful eye he still kept on his teammate. Considering the dangers that lurked around this planet, he wanted to make sure he didn't run off and get himself hurt, or worse. He wasn't sure the Freelancers would do shit, either, considering he was the one they wanted, it seemed. But he wouldn't put throwing him to the wolves once he outlived his usefulness past them. That's probably what they were planning, if he had to guess.
"What are you trying to draw, anyway?" he asks, somehow managing to sound displeased through a simple question. Really, when did he not sound displeased? He had been normally grumpy before this all started, and the stress only added to that.
"SPEECH"
Now, a lot of things had changed, maybe even including their relationship. While Caboose thought of him as his best friend, it was pretty one-sided. But since they were stuck in this situation with none else familiar, he was about the only person he could count on--which was definitely not good. He was eager to find others at first, but eventually gave up, as there was no way of knowing where the others were. They could have been anywhere, really.
One thing that hadn't changed was the watchful eye he still kept on his teammate. Considering the dangers that lurked around this planet, he wanted to make sure he didn't run off and get himself hurt, or worse. He wasn't sure the Freelancers would do shit, either, considering he was the one they wanted, it seemed. But he wouldn't put throwing him to the wolves once he outlived his usefulness past them. That's probably what they were planning, if he had to guess.
"What are you trying to draw, anyway?" he asks, somehow managing to sound displeased through a simple question. Really, when did he not sound displeased? He had been normally grumpy before this all started, and the stress only added to that.
"SPEECH"