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Impulse hisses in pain as the redstone component he’s been trying to fix for the past hour, sprigs back, slitting his palm, and inch and a half cut across it.
The demon hybrid sits back on his legs, having been kneeling down on the ground to reach his work, cradling his hand in the palm of his non-injured hand.
Tears of frustration and pain well up in his eyes as he stares down at the gash in his hand.
He closes his eyes, wishing things would just go right, but sadly, he thinks that wish is too much to ask for.
“What’ch up to DippleDop?”
Impulse opens his eyes, looking down at his redstone, injured hand in his other hand, “Trying to fix this redstone, but it won’t work.”
Skizz puts his hand on Impulse’s shoulder and the demon hybrid tries to hide his injury from his best friend and partner, he does not know why though, “wow, yeah that looks complicated man.” a pauses, “What happened to your hand?”
Well, the hiding was…unsuccessful…
“Something popped out of place and sliced my hand.” Impulse says, “It’s fine though."
“No, let me see.” the angel hybrid says, moving and crouching down in front of his boyfriend, gently taking his hand in his own, inspecting the wound, “You need this cleaned out, then I can use my magic to heal it.” Skizz says, “Okay buddy?”
Impulse nods, and he stands up.
“Hold on, I need to call someone.” Skizz says, pulling out his comn.
The angel hybrid dials up one of their friends, who though, is unknown to Impulse.
“Hey, man, what’cha up to?” “Cooking?” “Yeah of course I’d love some tacos!” “Hey, could I bring DippleDop over?” “Yeah, yeah, we need to raid your first aid kit by the way.”
Impulse only catches on half of the conversation, then Skizz is hanging up, turning to him, “You ready to go buddy?”
“Who’s base are we going to?”
“You’ll see, just follow me.”
Skizz opens up his wings, getting ready to fly.
Impulse copies him, opening up his leathery demon wings, and the two of them take off into the sky, the shorter on following around the taller.
The area becomes more familiar as the surroundings of Tango’s base, their other boyfriend.
The two of them glide down, landing and walking up to Tango’s base, and Skizz lets them both in.
They walk inside, finding Tango in the kitchen, mixing a pan of taco meat, “Hey you two, what’s going on, why do you need to pilfer my first aid kit?”
“Mr. DippleDop over here, very accident prone, got himself hurt with his redstone.” Skizz informs Tango.
“Oh Impy.” Tango says, “The first aid kit is in that cupboard.” Tango says, pointing to a cupboard above the sink.
Skizz nods, leaving Impulse at the kitchen island, getting the first aid kit, bringing it back to Impulse, opening it up and getting stuff out to use on Impulse.
The angle hybrid gets to work, gently taking Impulse’s hand, using the alcohol on gauze pads to clean out Impulse’s cut, putting some antibiotic ointment on the cut, followed by gauze pads, a wrapped bandage around his hand, and a little bit of Angle magic to help jumpstart the healing process, and to help make any scaring, less.
Once he’s done, Skizz cleans up his mess, putting the kit back, just in time too as Tango is done cooking the taco meat.
Tango hands Impulse a soft shelled taco on a plate, made exactly how he knows Impulse likes it, with a little bit of spicy seasoning added to it on the meat. (Skizz’s has far less spice on it, and Tango’s has enough to kill someone who is not netherborn [a slight exaggeration, but you get the point]).
The three of them head to Tango’s couch, sprawling out on it, eating their dinner.
When their meal is done, a movie is put on, and the three of them cuddle together.