said too much ♡ drawing??

[arcy]

♡ Honestly, drawing was the only thing he ever had tended to have any standards on for himself. The one, singular thing. Fairly low standards, but the fact they existed at all was a miracle. Because he entirely forgot to have standards on literally everything else. He'd be content with the most molded room in existence to sleep in, honestly. But, y'know, he grew up with pretty constant praises on his ability to draw by his sisters, so that's what he took pride in. .. To the possible extent. Caboose .. wasn't .. very good at feeling his own emotions. Also they were pretty dull to begin with. Certain ones, at least. But! His sisters encouraged him a lot, and they encouraged him for a lot of things he managed to do at all, but that'd been special. Different. So Caboose had started to draw a lot more for his sisters, and it was fun! He did it less when he didn't go to college though 'cause he was training. But now! He had a lot of time! Because people didn't tell him what to do. .. Except Washingtub. Washingtub told him to do a lot of things. But Caboose was pretty much entirely unconcerned with that. As he was with a lot of things.
Caboose doesn't mind the people gathering around him. He likes being around people!! Even if it's just a little, little bit distracting, Caboose doesn't really notice nor care. Even though he nods pretty furiously, though sometimes .. absently .. at the same time, at Bastille's mention of humans and something something. He didn't have hands. That's all Caboose really cared about. In another moment, Caboose has once again dropped his poor, chewed up crayon. "Tastes funny," Is all Caboose says, intelligently. His drawing is .. a mess, honestly. He's gone off the paper once again, but it's .. semi-recognizable as some sort of animal. Caboose hasn't drawn kitty-kitty-s before. But that's okay! He hasn't drawn a lot of things before! Like! Um! .. Tables? No, he hasn't drawn a table before. Luckily, Caboose has not picked up his crayon again when Playerone(not that Caboose knows her name) approaches, and the Retriever's tail wags furiously as he looks up at her. His tail is ... sweeping at crayons. He has spilled crayons .. everywhere and has certainly not noticed this. He .. makes some sort of blubbers sound that sounds like the beginning of a 'i am good enough i do not need help' sort of argument, because Caboose has a very strange sort of ego. But he, while talking, appears to have decided against it. Somewhat. Decided against it in his typical Caboose fashion. He'd like to spend time with this .. also white kitty! A somewhat strange looking kitty, but Caboose doesn't even notice the difference. "Yes!!! I would love to color with you!" Caboose smacks a paw against the ground again. Whatever flicker of insult is already gone with the wind and long forgotten in an instant, because of course. He seems genuinely excited. He loved spending time with people!! And people besides his sisters usually weren't interested in drawing with him. Or doing anything with him at all. But. Y'know. Caboose .. probably doesn't realize that. Whoops. He blinks a few times, then resumes his task of messy, messy lines. He does seem encouraged and excited enough. Not to the point of bouncing around the room, solely because of his task. He thrives off of attention and all that, and being the center of attention was exciting.  He half-hears whatever Suiteheart is saying. Hang up drawings? Like on a fridge? Like his family did? Caboose very nearly bursts out and drops the crayon again, the poor abused thing, but ultimately kind of .. doesn't. Expression unguarded, he seems to agree, though.