out here all day ♡ lost

[arcy]

♡ Caboose wasn't the smartest tool in the shed by a long shot. The dullest tool, probably. All he had was him and his shiny, shiny helmet. No armor. Just helmet. And god knows why he still wore the helmet, it was, in fact, more of a hindrance than anything. Caboose didn't realize that, though. Also, trade secret, it was shiny.
"Huh??" Rest that?? Rest what? He didn't need to rest, he wasn't tired!! Caboose .. doesn't seem to realize he's bleeding. He barely seems aware of what's going on around him at all. But, y'know, what was new. All he really knows is that his paw isn't comfortable and that there's a so much water. Salty. Ocean!! Caboose likes the ocean. He likes a lot of things on Earth -- he didn't grow up with most of them, after all. Which might be partly why he was so easy to impress sometimes. "I .. do not know how I got here." He informs Rosemary after a delayed pause, apparently unconcerned. He probably isn't aware of the fact that the Typhoon and the Ascendants are .. not .. on friendly terms. He doesn't know anything about the other groups. He doesn't even know the Ascendants' name half the time. He knew he lived there, and he liked the people there, but seriously, his memory didn't account for stuff like that. "It's my helmet!! It's very shiny," He offers, shuffling his paws energetically. If he still had hands, he might've been waving them around. He liked talking with his hands. But he didn't have hands. And that was very, very sad. How did he express himself anymore?? Caboose doesn't know, but he makes up for it by never staying still ever. "Hello!!" The retriever greets the next person to arrive, tail wagging. They don't say anything, but Caboose doesn't really care.