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Impulse didn’t care what time it was, he didn’t care where he was. All he knew was that he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten in what felt like days and he was determined to get what he’d been craving.
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
He hoped to void that Tango had gotten the right jam. Not jelly, jam. There is a huge difference. Jelly came in a jar and was a pain in the comparator to spread. Jam was in a convenient squeezy bottle and spread like—well, jam. Or void forbid Tango bought the organic spread as a replacement. That was just—
He was getting off track. Smooth peanut butter and grape jam. White bread? No, whole wheat. Impulse hoped Tango had remembered their chips. He was so focused on how he was going to make his sandwich, he didn’t notice the giant hole in the wall. He also didn’t notice the apparent war happening right outside said hole, or how the world outside stilled upon seeing the redstoner in his kitchen.
He started with the bread, pulling it apart so the slices would align perfectly when folded back together. The peanut butter was next, because he didn’t want a jam covered knife in the fresh jar of peanut butter.
A body slammed against the wall behind him as he painted the bread with the familiar light brown spread. xB shook his head as he stood up, looking around.
“Oh, hey Impulse.”
“Hey, xB.”
“Lunch time?”
“Yeah.”
The conversation ended there as xB flew off, drawing his bow. Impulse was moving onto the jelly now as someone else crash-landed in his kitchen.
“Hey, Pulsie!”
“You forgot to get my chips, Tango.”
The blonde scoffed as he dusted himself off. “There’s pretzels. Eat those.” Tango shot an arrow through the hole, the subtle thud of a successful shot in the distance.
Impulse set down his half-made sandwich, retrieving said pretzels. He popped one in his mouth, cringing as he realized that they were flavored.
“Suit yourself,” Tango said as he flew out of the kitchen.
Impulse returned to his sandwich, finally folding it together. There was no mess on the counter around where he created his snack. He cut it diagonally, immediately biting a corner off of one half. He didn’t bother with a plate or even a napkin, as he turned around to see his friends attempt to blow each other up or test their bow skills.
The group seemed to freeze immediately like they had before, staring in Impulse’s direction as he took another bite out of his sandwich.
“Who caused the hole?” he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
Several hands pointed towards Tango as the blonde grinned sheepishly. Impulse pointed one half of his sandwich towards his friend, taking a hefty bite out of the other as he raised an eyebrow. A few of the Hermits snickered as Tango’s face flushed.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll fix your wall.”
Impulse nodded before he turned, sandwich in hand, heading for his bedroom. By the time he had gotten there, he was already on the second half of his sandwich. By the time he was finished with his sandwich, he was already curling back up to go to sleep.
By the time he woke up again, there was a fresh peanut butter and jelly on his nightstand with a brand-new bag of chips and a note reading:
Fixed the wall. Sorry I forgot your chips. Enjoy your midnight snack. -T
Impulse smiled as he bit into his sandwich.