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@that-handsome-impulse
Welcome to the studio! I was just editing a soundtrack, sorry, but how can I help you?
[itās certainly an atmosphere, calm, and ninetyās vibes, cassette tapes, recording rooms, two editing rooms, all dark colors, and calming. Itās fairly empty, and definitely an older building.]
Oh yeah, these are all the other mailboxes! :]
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Major life update, Yay!
So, itās been a minute! And since Rox keeps putting this off, Oreo boiās gonna do it!
First off, Roxy actually isnāt a huge fan of being called Reid anymore. They still like the name, but it just doesnāt feel like them as of late.
Second off, you might notice that Iām referring to Rox as a separate person, and thatās because, recently thanks to lovely friends from the officalverse and specifically @kola-without-the-coke (sorry for the tag) Rox finally realized they are a System! Ranboo is the one posting this cause I Canāt flippen sleep.
Weāre hopefully gonna do an overhaul of the intro post soon, but other than that, actually not a ton! Rox also wants to have alters (that want too) make intro posts!
So yeah! Not a ton, but I just wanted to get this out there, but with this comes one big new boundary,
No Syscourse.
Absolutely no syscourse. No one in our system is comfortable with it, thank you, and friendly reminder, all of us know how to use a block button :)
[ itās not like she was quiet when she entered. she didnāt make a fuss either, it was too late to be doing that, but itās in the silence of the night that the click of her heels or the door opening and closing was the loudest. ]
[ hands fall on his shoulders from behind, chin resting on top of his head to look over him. ] youāre up late. whatcha doinā?
[ @griandes-mailbox ]
Had an idea for a song, just seeing if the lyrics pan out nicely.
[he chuckled, taking off the mask, and setting it in his bag. Griande knew who he was, he didnāt have to hide his face.]
What are you doing? Youāre typically one to say how being on my sleep schedule, or lack thereof, would have you six feet under.
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
Its loud. And long. How much pressure is there in your joints?
It depends on how long I go without moving- and that wasā¦ pretty long.
[he shrugged, he had been sitting really long, so yeah, xylophone Imp.]
will you be good to walk home after sitting for so long?
[soft worried chirps as he moves forward to bury his face against impulseās hair, arms wrapping around his shoulders]
I should be fine, might be a little slow at first, but Iāll be alright, I swear Skizz.
[he kept trilling in return, hoping to help calm Skizz.]
I can carry you?
[he just wants to make sure his dipple is 100% okay]
You donāt have to carry me, I promise, Iāll let you know if it changes.
[he laughed a little, giving skizz tiny kisses around his face.]
[he gives a pathetic little look and nods, grabbing impulseās hand]
Lets go then.. get you home.dont forget the hot chocolate
Donāt give me that look. Iām not saying you canāt if you donāt want to, Iām simply saying you donāt need to and that Iām okay.
[he grabbed the cup, giving skizz another kiss, not wanting to see him look so sad.]
[he wants to carry impulse. So after the other is done speaking, he picks him up, his wings wrapping around him like a shield. Safe and sound. Protected]
[he starts to walk, taking impulse home]
I love you, sizzle.
[he gladly trilled, cuddling into him, face tucked into the mans chest as he kept drinking his hot chocolate.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
Its loud. And long. How much pressure is there in your joints?
It depends on how long I go without moving- and that wasā¦ pretty long.
[he shrugged, he had been sitting really long, so yeah, xylophone Imp.]
will you be good to walk home after sitting for so long?
[soft worried chirps as he moves forward to bury his face against impulseās hair, arms wrapping around his shoulders]
I should be fine, might be a little slow at first, but Iāll be alright, I swear Skizz.
[he kept trilling in return, hoping to help calm Skizz.]
I can carry you?
[he just wants to make sure his dipple is 100% okay]
You donāt have to carry me, I promise, Iāll let you know if it changes.
[he laughed a little, giving skizz tiny kisses around his face.]
[he gives a pathetic little look and nods, grabbing impulseās hand]
Lets go then.. get you home.dont forget the hot chocolate
Donāt give me that look. Iām not saying you canāt if you donāt want to, Iām simply saying you donāt need to and that Iām okay.
[he grabbed the cup, giving skizz another kiss, not wanting to see him look so sad.]
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[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
Its loud. And long. How much pressure is there in your joints?
It depends on how long I go without moving- and that wasā¦ pretty long.
[he shrugged, he had been sitting really long, so yeah, xylophone Imp.]
will you be good to walk home after sitting for so long?
[soft worried chirps as he moves forward to bury his face against impulseās hair, arms wrapping around his shoulders]
I should be fine, might be a little slow at first, but Iāll be alright, I swear Skizz.
[he kept trilling in return, hoping to help calm Skizz.]
I can carry you?
[he just wants to make sure his dipple is 100% okay]
You donāt have to carry me, I promise, Iāll let you know if it changes.
[he laughed a little, giving skizz tiny kisses around his face.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
Its loud. And long. How much pressure is there in your joints?
It depends on how long I go without moving- and that wasā¦ pretty long.
[he shrugged, he had been sitting really long, so yeah, xylophone Imp.]
will you be good to walk home after sitting for so long?
[soft worried chirps as he moves forward to bury his face against impulseās hair, arms wrapping around his shoulders]
I should be fine, might be a little slow at first, but Iāll be alright, I swear Skizz.
[he kept trilling in return, hoping to help calm Skizz.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
Its loud. And long. How much pressure is there in your joints?
It depends on how long I go without moving- and that wasā¦ pretty long.
[he shrugged, he had been sitting really long, so yeah, xylophone Imp.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
Dont do that
[a soft sad chirp, it worries him to hear that happen, and activates every guardian angel instinct in his brain that wants to make sure impulse is safe]
Itās not dangerous, I promise. It feels good, itās just a release of pressure between my joints.
[he gave skizz a kiss on the nose, hoping he didnāt worry the man, he let out a trill, hoping to soothe him, soft gentle noises saved for one another.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
if you keep being stupid and not resting, ill go however much angel i want on you
[he follows the motion of standing, expression tightening at the sounds of impulseās stretch]
Whatever the hell I just stretched, my entire being just groaned like a fifty year old getting off a recliner.
[his face said it too. He loved xylophone stretching, Skizz thought he was crazy.]
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[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[he reaches up, cupping impulse's face]
when was the last time you slept?
I really donāt know. All I know is I have finished seven energy drinks and got to the studio at six am.
[he was exhausted, and just melted into Skizz.]
sev-
[he sighs. a bit of the guardian angel habits come over him. his voice goes abit more neutral, for emotions are unnecessary. he needs to make sure impulse is taken care of]
come on then. lets get you home
Donāt go all angel on me-
[he stood up, stretching as almost every bone in his body that could pop, did. He sounded like a xylophone.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[he doesnt do much editing, just fixes a few things then listens again. he offers the headphones back]
[he put them on, hitting play. Whatever the hell Skizz did was magic because the tracks had finally lined up. He looked like he was going to cry in relief.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[he lifts his head from where it was rested on impulse's lap, putting on the headphones. he listens, then sits up a bit. he reaches to adjust something, looking at impulse for approval before he does]
Go ahead.
[Skizz had husband privileges, it was okay, plus he was pretty good, he could probably fix it.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
[he motions for impulse to pass him the headphones]
lemme hear. get a fresh brain on this
Okayā¦
[he passed the headphones, glad to have a second opinion, since his mind was all but melted.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[he's happy to stay here, he didnt plan to stay for long]
[mostly because his plan involved dragging what was clearly an exhausted impulse home-]
ill be fine without a stool. what have you been doing?
Working on another track. Itās been a bitch so far, I mean, I line up two things and then anothers out of place, so I fix that, then something else isnāt right, so I fix it, then a different thing is wrong!
[he was clearly sick of staring at his computer, or wearing headphones, he had a dent in his hair.]
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[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
i already had mine. i got two, one for both of us
[he rests his head on the other's leg and smile]
same for the hot chocolate. thats fully yours, i had one but i had it long enough to finish it. so this one might be cold chocolate actually-
Oh, okay, and feel free to pull up a stool, I should have a second one in here.
[he gladly finished the entire thing, taking a drink of the hot chocolate, which he heated up a little since it had cooled. Perks of having heat producing hands.]
[it just didnāt sound right. Heād been sitting here for twelve hours trying to finish this track, and if he got the drumming, or keyboard to line up, the vocals didnāt, then heād fix those and the keyboard would be wrong, so heād fix that, then the drumming was off! It just didnāt add up, he couldnāt even begin to figure out what he was doing wrong!]
[he had brought impulse a hot chocolate and a donut, deciding impulse had been hiding in the studio for long enough alone. it was visitor time]
DIPPLEEEE-!?
Huh- who is it?
[he was so out of it he could barely exist enough to push his chair to the doorway and put his mask on, let alone remember that only skizz called him dipple off the top of his head.]
your favourite husband
[he approaches impulse, gently removing the other's mask to press a kiss to his nose]
i brought you hot chocolate. how are you doing?
Horribly. I hope you know how much I love you.
[he was so glad to see someone else, but especially skizz, just anything to get his mind off the stupid ass track.]
[he sets the hot chocolate on the desk, making sure the lid is closed and keeping it away from anything that looks important. he crouches in front of impulse's chair, and offers the donut he had with him]
eat
Iāll take half, itās still yours.
[he split it, taking one half, holding the other back out to Skizz. Food sounded amazing, literally anything but going back to the track did at the moment.]
