07-01-2018, 02:03 AM
[abbr=info]♡[/abbr] Caboose used to know how to fight. It wasn't really anything hand to hand -- it was more weaponry and guns and that was all when he had hands, anyways. Caboose used to be, was, pretty strong though! Everybody else said so! But. He didn't have hands anymore. And ... he tripped a lot now. It was weird. New. Caboose didn't mind though, it was just adjusting. He liked everybody here, even if he didn't really know what they were saying a lot of the time. But that was normal.
Anyways, Caboose isn't quite certain how he found himself over here and right now. He blinks rather dumbly as he peers up at the white cat-person-thing. Le ... ssons? Training? It was training? Or was it? Oh, Caboose wasn't sure about that. He may have had a basic grasp on military stuff but he hadn't ever trained or anything before. Or. Not for a long time, at least. This doesn't stop Caboose from being pulled along with the crowd as he absently wanders forwards, tail half-way wagging and mind just ... completely blank. Nothing new. He snaps out of it once people start talking again though, blinking between them with his helmet swinging awkwardly. Participating? In what? Oh, this.
"Ooh!! Ooh!! I'll join in!!" Swinging back to excitement with his call back to ... existence or something, Caboose perks up, tail wagging. What would they be doing? Caboose isn't sure he'll understand or even if he'll pull it off correctly, but it's not like that was exactly running through his head right now. Mostly it was just an abrupt transformation from 'do i really want to do this' to 'sounds exciting'!!! It ... wasn't very hard to get him involved in something. At all. He probably could just participate, but what was the fun in that?? He just sat on the sidelines for enough things and it made him sad. "What ... what'll we be doing?" Voice quieting, Caboose continues bouncing on his pawpads, seemingly unaware that Suiteheart would be explaining it in her own time. That or Caboose had already forgotten what was going on. Either was pretty likely. He had the attention span and memory of a goldfish. Honestly, he was more invested in the people and fun than whatever lessons would be going on. Whether or not he'd even manage a spar or anything was questionable -- was it even a good idea? Caboose might lose focus. Or he might end up seriously hurting someone just because the concept of friendly fire or gentle-ness-ness isn't really a thing to him. It'd never went bad in the past! Well, not as far as Caboose cares, at least.
Anyways, Caboose isn't quite certain how he found himself over here and right now. He blinks rather dumbly as he peers up at the white cat-person-thing. Le ... ssons? Training? It was training? Or was it? Oh, Caboose wasn't sure about that. He may have had a basic grasp on military stuff but he hadn't ever trained or anything before. Or. Not for a long time, at least. This doesn't stop Caboose from being pulled along with the crowd as he absently wanders forwards, tail half-way wagging and mind just ... completely blank. Nothing new. He snaps out of it once people start talking again though, blinking between them with his helmet swinging awkwardly. Participating? In what? Oh, this.
"Ooh!! Ooh!! I'll join in!!" Swinging back to excitement with his call back to ... existence or something, Caboose perks up, tail wagging. What would they be doing? Caboose isn't sure he'll understand or even if he'll pull it off correctly, but it's not like that was exactly running through his head right now. Mostly it was just an abrupt transformation from 'do i really want to do this' to 'sounds exciting'!!! It ... wasn't very hard to get him involved in something. At all. He probably could just participate, but what was the fun in that?? He just sat on the sidelines for enough things and it made him sad. "What ... what'll we be doing?" Voice quieting, Caboose continues bouncing on his pawpads, seemingly unaware that Suiteheart would be explaining it in her own time. That or Caboose had already forgotten what was going on. Either was pretty likely. He had the attention span and memory of a goldfish. Honestly, he was more invested in the people and fun than whatever lessons would be going on. Whether or not he'd even manage a spar or anything was questionable -- was it even a good idea? Caboose might lose focus. Or he might end up seriously hurting someone just because the concept of friendly fire or gentle-ness-ness isn't really a thing to him. It'd never went bad in the past! Well, not as far as Caboose cares, at least.