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“Fight fight fight! Kiss, kiss, kiss”.

“That’s okay, Washington- I will save it for another time when you think you need the noise”. He’s got a great big smile. “Is there anything else? You seem kind of like you could use a hug, but I know you’re not very fond of hugs”.

Caboose softly looks at his hands, as he reflexively wiggles his fingers. “Being a brother is really, really hard”, he admits. “I have 17 sisters, I should know. And I mean, I am not the easiest brother to have”. He doesn’t say how much his chest squeezes at the thought of them, out there, with next to no clue how he’s doing. He misses them so much. “But all I know, really, is that I would give anything to make them smile, to keep them safe. And I hope that makes me a good brother, but. I don’t really know”.

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((Also the amount of horny on Boose’s chart I just what do I do with information. Boy is demi, but apparently once he’s on, he’s on.))

“I told you I’m not dumb!!”