#gripulse

WHEEERE ARE YOUU! AND IM SO SORRY!! (Gigs phasmophobia has me hooked)

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Me- ImpulseSV

My partner- Grian

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"Afternoon Grian."

Grian startles, almost falling from his chair.

"Sorry love."

She turns to face him, "It's alright, just didn't hear you come in."

"What you working on?" Impulse asks, as he squishes himself into the chair next to Grian, thighs pressed together, both of them half falling off the chair.

Grian wraps his arm around Impulses waist,

"Resistance plans."

"Ah yes, the great Mycelium Resistance. What exactly you planning for now?"

She shrugs, "Just some vauge ideas, not sure what Scar's gonna do next, so no solid plans yet."

"Fair enough, want us to try and get more intel from them?"

"Nah, it'll be fun to just go with whatever he throws at us next."

Impulse smiles and leans against Grian.

"It's nice that you're letting loose a bit again,"

Grian hums a bit, leaning his head on Impulses shoulder as Impulse continues,

"just like the hippies."

Grian scoffs slightly, "Bit more organised than that, and marginally less drugs."

"Guess you need drugs to be able to let loose huh? First weed, now mushrooms." Impulses voice is light and teasing as he speaks.

Grian just rolls her eyes and shoves him off the chair.

Impulse almost laughs when he lands, but instead gasps dramatically, "Mother Spore how dare you. I am your Head of Diversionary Tactics you can't do this to me."

"Well, actually. I can. I am the one in charge y'know."

Impulse sits himself half up, leaning on his elbows,

"Yes Ma'am, whatever you say."

Grian pouts a little, and then yelps as Impulse pulls him off the chair. She lands with an oof on top of him.

Grian takes a moment to adjust to, and then,

"You do realise what you've done here right?"

"Yup. Bad desicion."

"Mhm."

Grian presses a kiss to Impulses nose before he gets herself comfy ontop of Impulse, cuddling into him.

Silence.

Another moment of silence.

"We should get up y'know?" Impulse makes no move to get up even as he speaks, one hand rested on Grians lower back, the other gently playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

"Mmm nope. I'm comfy."

i'm late to do this, but shhhhhhshhssh

Bonus:

She's not concerned for Grian, no. Impulse is a sweetheart and she doesn't think he can genuinely hurt someone without experiencing guilt for weeks afterwards. Wherever Grian is, Impulse is probably waiting on him hand and foot. Impulse is lovely like that.

No. She's more concerned that Impulse is going to be buried under a pile of feathers. There's so many of them, and they keep appearing! It seems to be a minimum of one a day, maybe more. They'll be no Impulse left soon! Only feathers!