[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.
[it results in both Tex being free and Caboose being curled up miserably on the ground, whimpering] Grif...I need your cone...give me your cone...
[the second it seems like Tex is moving even slightly further away though he grabs for her, pushing himself back up] Wait! Y-you'll still come hang out with me, right Tex?
[ And now he's muttering about a cone. Whatever bullshit Wash has put them through has really messed the kid up. She takes a step away and as soon as his hand is coming for her, she sidesteps it. ]
[ There's a sigh and she holds out her pinky as a peace offering. ] Yes, because I'm telling you it's okay. Just don't do it without asking first, got it?
[ENTHUSIASTIC PINKY SWEAR] You got it Tex! [And he'll scramble to pick up his shit and trot after her excitedly, chattering on whether or not she's listening, because that's how they do things and it's been way, way too long since they've done them.]
[ What has she signed herself up for. He won't get much of a response, she's gotten well-versed at tuning people out thanks to Church's constant bitching, but he gets nods or some single word response every so often to at least pretend she's paying attention to his every word.
It's going to be a long day, but she wouldn't have it any other way. ]
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[the second it seems like Tex is moving even slightly further away though he grabs for her, pushing himself back up] Wait! Y-you'll still come hang out with me, right Tex?
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Depends. Are you going to try to hug me again?
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It's going to be a long day, but she wouldn't have it any other way. ]