



mr unlucky wrote:(He totally does. And crayons. ;D)Caboose observed his face for a moment for any sign of blood that he could probably fix with a trusty bandaid, feeling oddly flustered as he did(which was strange within itself because it wasn't very often that he even registered awkwardness or any emotion of the like, honestly). He then scooted back away some, nodding. "Mm-hmm. You are good." he said with a slow nod, before quickly changing the subject not so smoothly. "So, the truth game that we were playing, whose turn was it?" he asked, wringing his hands somewhat nervously.


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