said too much ♡ drawing??

[arcy]

♡ Holding stuff like this was kinda sorta difficult like this. That was Caboose's literal only complaint about being a dog. If you could count it as a complaint -- it was more of a concern than anything. Did Caboose have concerns? Questionable.
Caboose is quickly dragged from his annoyed grumbling by Suiteheart. The Retriever looks up, tail instantly beginning to wag as he registers who it is. He likes her! He .. doesn't remember her name, Sweet or something, but that's okay! He nearly forgets about his dilemma until she starts talking about it, in which he tilts his head curiously. "I can't hold stuff without hands," Caboose offers a little blankly, pawing at the broken crayon again. He has broken .. two crayons. That crayon he'd broken with his teeth. Caboose didn't know how to hold things gently, unfortunately. However, his dilemma is quickly forgotten when Suiteheart hands him a crayon. Caboose, once again, takes it in his jaws. And then he looks at his paper a little blankly. It was kind of .. messy .. to draw on. It'd clash  with his lines!! Caboose paws at it until the paper kind of sort of flips over, claws catching on the edge. The paper is .. a little crumpled and torn, but it's over, and Caboose is unconcerned about whatever he's done. He's about to put the crayon back to paper when Church appears, and wow, there goes Caboose's tail again. Caboose opens his mouth to reply, and there goes another crayon, but that's okay 'cause he can just pick it up in another minute. Even if it has teeth marks in it.  "Dunno!!" He yips. He was just drawing whatever came to mind, but he doesn't know what that thing was. He liked drawing flowers and people and friends but there weren't any flowers. But!! There were friends here!! He could draw one of them!! It wouldn't be different than drawing a different friend, would it? Even though they didn't stand the same way. Very different!
"Uh-huh!! It used to be easier, though!!" Caboose smacks his paw again. He appears to be kind of .. pouting. He liked drawing -- he was as good at it as somebody like him could be. It wasn't as fun right now, though. That was sad. He barely manages to hang onto Hazel's words on practicing, head tilted. It's hard for him to focus on things people say if they're more than a few words long. He is very good at blankly listening and not understanding, though. Caboose doesn't know what to say, though, so he just nods kind of furiously. He .. probably would have tossed off his helmet like that, if he were wearing it. But he wasn't. That was good.
With all of this done, Caboose just sort of .. sits there for a minute, blinking. He isn't very good at moving back into action, but he eventually does remember and picks the crayon back up.  He doesn't quite know where to go from here, but, determined, he goes back to trying to draw. It .. looks very awkward. At least he's .. trying.