Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs. Blue or the characters. They are the property of Rooster Teeth, etc.
Notes: This new fic was inspired by Wash's new armor appearance in season 11 of RvB. I'd already shared this headcanon on tumblr, so now, here's the fic for it.
There is no language warning, and this is just friendship. Enjoy!
Wash had finished adding the yellow accents to his new, upgraded armor. He nodded with satisfaction and left it in the sun to dry. He probably should've left it somewhere safer, and kept the paint in a secret location.
Caboose walked by, just after Wash entered their current base. He put his hands on his hips. "There is not enough yellow." He saw the paint and brush sitting nearby and was struck by inspiration.
Wash was whistling to himself as he emerged from the base. He stopped and stared with wide eyes as he saw his armor was now streaked with yellow. He had a feeling he knew just who was responsible for it. "CABOOSE!"
The regulation-blue sim trooper emerged from the base. "Hello!"
Wash pointed to his armor. "Did you do this?"
Caboose could see on Wash's face that he was not happy with his little project. "Tucker did it!" It may not work, but Caboose's philosophy was when in trouble, blame Tucker, so he did.
"Oh, really? Because Tucker was inside doing maintenance on his weapons under my vigilant supervision. I doubt he had the time to come out here and vandalise my property."
It failed again. Caboose bowed his head. "I'm sorry." His voice took on a softer tone.
"You should be. You should know better than to touch something that belongs to someone else."
"It didn't have enough yellow, and I know you like yellow on your armor, so I thought it would make you happy."
He sighed. "Well...I have to admit the streaks are a nice touch."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Not anymore. You had good intentions in mind. But, in the future, don't do something like this without asking and being told you can. Okay?"
"Okay!" Back to his usual tone; loud and cheerful.
"Good. Now, go inside and clean your room. You left crayons and paper all over the floor."
"Okay!" He went inside to do just as he was told.
Wash picked up his armor and carried it inside the base. He was planning to change into it, and then start maintenance on Caboose's weaponry. Normally, he'd have everyone take care of their own weaponry, but he decided Caboose should not, for safety reasons, of course.