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so small and cute and adorable and..

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[[If you need me I'll be sort of over here.]]

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Caboose walked into the shop, beaming and walking around as he petted all of the puppies. Sadly, he couldn't feel the fur itself through his armored fingers, but he would still pet them. He lowered himself and peered over the edge of the walls of the little pens the puppies were in, observing the little ones as they waddled about. He stared intently at a little black labrador, however, who seemed to toddle up and try to lick his visor, then take a bite out of it. "Chuuurch... Church, this one. It likes me. It wants to eat my helmet to give me kisses."

Church turned to glance at Caboose for a second. “Wow, for an idiot like you, that was pretty impressive,” he quipped. “And yes, we’re here.” Even here there were little pockets of civilization, like this random-ass shopping center that was still up and running for some strange reason. The Blue leader pulled into the nearly empty parking lot, and stepped out of the jeep. “C’mon Caboose, let’s get this over with.” Church had enjoyed the quiet ride to be honest, impressed with Caboose’s restraint. He should bribe him more often if it worked so damn well…

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[[Leonberger, Labrador, or Rottweiler...]]

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[[I'm not even sure Caboose could get a maremma to do what he wants it to. From what I'm reading, at least.]]

[[Nghhghg sorry I’m taking so long I’m watching Dogs 101 clips to try and figure out something that’d be good for Caboose]]

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[[Nghhghg sorry I'm taking so long I'm watching Dogs 101 clips to try and figure out something that'd be good for Caboose]]

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Caboose was like a little kid. And how did you get a little kid to do something? Offer them food or candy or toys. That's how. "I practiced at that Freelancer place a long time ago. Grif and I played the no talking game. I won every time." He hopped out of the car and immediately starting bolting towards the pet shop. He was more than a little bit excited. "Church! Look at them all! Look at all the lit-tle puppies!" He was jumping at the window display of puppies waddling about in their little pen, some trying to greet Caboose through the window, others napping, others playing amongst themselves.

Church was not surprised in the slightest. Well, at least Caboose was getting predictable. “We’ve got at least 10 minutes Caboose,” Church said, trying to remain calm in the face of stupidity. “…if you can wait at least five minutes before saying a word, I’ll… I dunno, buy you a toy.”

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I win all the awards!

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I'm good for yelling at too.

Only when I can't get out of it. It's not very comfortable to sleep in...

Yeah I learned that that day. You know. Can drink with it on, though. I use silly straws. They are very silly.

Well I don't know, Andy! I thought a shisno was like a chicken! You asked me!

andyisthebomb started following you

-flatly- That’s the spirit.

-snickers- I can tell. Maybe you should try to wear the helmet even when you sleep. -laughs again- How the heck would I know what anythin’ tastes like?! I don’t have a mouth! It probably tastes like explosions. …Maybe eggs. I don’t fuckin’ know.

Yeah, sure, that’s it. -if he had eyes he would so be rolling them right now- Do you even know what ‘shisno’ means?

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[[Brb I gotta go walk the dog fjfjg]]

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*Has this become a staring game now?

Caboose likes games, Torque. You're going to get him excited. He might have to go to the bathroom before the game truly begins.*

wellplayedpawn started following you

… You know you look kind of scary. Like Tex only not a lady robot. And that makes me nervous.

You aren’t going to, I don’t know, hurt my body, are you?

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"Okay!" And immediately, he fell silent, intently staring at the small clock on the dash of the jeep. For ten solid, fidgety minutes, Caboose stared at that clock, only with the occasional glance to Church. He wanted that toy. And at the end of that ten minutes, he put his hands on his side of the dashboard. "Are we there yet, Church?!" Caboose, y'done good.

Church paused. The nearest place to go shopping on the dustball was a good distance away. “Yeah, go ahead,” he said. “But remember that you can’t go to the bathroom again until we get there!” The last thing he wanted was Caboose needing to go to the bathroom in the middle of the drive. He was already going to be asking, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” the entire way there. He didn’t need to deal with anything else from the idiotic Blue.

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