Caboose sealed his eyes, wrinkled his nose and stretched his smile wide as he felt one of Ali’s now much adored, treasured kisses press against his lips. For something so frequently repeated the loving smooches still felt so special, more so than any cookie ever could be, he theorized. After reacting like little boy, and giggling giddily at the tender tickle of the red head’s lips, the blue man child felt his hand tugged towards their apparent destination. He followed obediently, taking in the gorgeous interior of the house which made him feel like a noble knight being taken on a tour of a magical castle.
His smile weakened as he noticed Ali’s clothing, and he concurred that yes perhaps a change was indeed in order. “Okay! What do you want to change into?” he asked. Perhaps she could change from a princess to a frog? Or she could become a bird?.
For a while, the short girl didn’t answer; instead she focused in leading him through countless corridors and doors, taking in the reassuring sight of her house.
At a very particular door at the end of a rather large corridor, she came to a halt and hovered her hand over the knob. What do I want to change into?, her mind wondered as well. She turned to look at him and gave him a quizzical look.
"I don’t… Know. Maybe you can help me choose?" She suggested, opening the door that led into her bedroom.
For a girl room, it was rather small. The bed had a light yellow duvet with tiny orange flowers sewn all over it, harmonising with the rest of the softly lit bedroom. The walls were decorated with countless paintings, drawings and doodles, some of them framed and artistically placed, some others seemingly just taped onto the wall. Ali walked into the room with her brightest smile plastered on her face, and she tugged Caboose’s hand to lead him into the room. “Welcome to my room.” She added casually.
Caboose stood behind her, watching excitedly as the door to whatever transfiguration his heart desired was opened. He got to choose what she could turn into? Oh boy oh boy - Ali was great as it was already, but Ali as a tank? Or a giraffe?! That was beyond awesome to his childish brain, which was already abuzz with the eccentric thoughts of what he wanted to see her as.
So admittedly, he was a little disappointed when he saw that the room was actually a bedroom of some sorts - though he refused to be completely demoralized, and besides; he could still appreciate that the room itself was actually rather pretty and, lord knows, welcoming after spending so much of his life in the grubby soldier beds they had been assigned. Although admittedly, those ones had the benefits of little creature friends visiting him in the night and Church in the next room.
The blue found himself amazed by the pretty pictures on the wall, the big framed paintings were a joy to look at, but of course it was the doodles which really captured his intrigue, the ones that were to him the true artistic genius, the more squiggly and childish the image, the more prizes it surely won at one of those boring art show thingies. He was shaken from this admiration by Ali’s firm tug on his arm, which brought him back to an equally nice, if not better sight (one with with less squiggly lines or even absence of colour). Then, the sudden revelation hit him hard: this was her room? “Woooow” he gushed in amazement, “This is really…girly” he admitted, somewhat ashamed for doing so, “But also really cool!” he added merrily, meaning it too. With the introduction to this lovely little room complete, Caboose decided that perhaps they should press on with transforming Ali before the red on her shirt (which was of course his shirt, though he had long forgotten) stuck to it, knowing full well not how it happened, but that when it happened it was annoying and boring to deal with. “So, where do you change into awesome animals and things?” he asked.