THEME SONG ♡ pillow fort

[arcy]

♡ Caboose, predictably, loved pillow forts. He made them with his sisters a lot when he was little! Then he'd curl up with them and they'd play games and read and it was very very fun!! Caboose missed his sisters sometimes, but that's okay! Caboose's way to deal with this wasn't a conscious one. It was just a passing 'oh this would be fun!' sort of thing. And then one thing leads to another and Caboose is accumulating as many blankets and pillows he could get his paws on. He may or may not be stealing some from people's beds, but Caboose wasn't concerned about that. More concerned about making a really cool fort. Like the Blue base! But more fun! And comfy. And warm. .. Not hot. Just a cozy warm.
Anyways, throwing around blankets was not Caboose's expertise when he was human, and it certainly was not now. He didn't have hands! And usually being so big meant he bumped into stuff and knocked stuff over but this was worse and he wasn't big enough to prop some things up. But he was trying! The Retriever would lug whatever stable objects he could find into the room he was setting this up in to act as support, but he broke some things. It wasn't his fault. (don't worry though, they weren't important.) Altogether, this was .. meant to be fun. He'd gotten partway through making it! He yanks at a blanket and then falls onto the ground because he definitely does not, in fact, lose his balance. Definitely not. But there were blankets behind him. And he .. fell .. onto them. The story comes to him in pieces, buried under a pile of blankets and pillows. He .. can't see .. it's .. just white. Caboose blinks a few more times before he jolts out of the pillows, flailing messily. And then comes to see an absolutely collapsed mess of what used to be an almost decent, though half-finished, pillow fort. The Retriever, who had once against lost his helmet somehow? He didn't know how. It was just gone. Oops. Well, he looks vaguely disappointed as it sinks in, stumbling to his paws and instinctively shaking out his staticked fur. And for a minute, he just stares at the mess of blankets, distantly wondering how he'd fix this. For once, he's completely still and definitely a little puzzled. He was pretty methodical about stuff in general, even if it was a very strange sort of methodical, and this blip in the method of it all had him a little .. confounded, unfortunately.

//i have no idea what room he's doing this in dont call me out. also no this doesnt flow well shhh