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It's a bit of a frenzy, having this many regressed hermits at once. Tango keeps pounding on the table with his fork, singing loud, off-tune songs and flicking his tail while Gem covers her ears and complains just as loudly. Zed is dozing, (somehow), and Grian and Mumbo are coloring, chattering about their bases, snails, pictures, magic- anything really.
It's a lot. Impulse called Skizz and Joel in as backup, and they're on their way.
They can't get here fast enough.
"Tango, Gem, stop shouting, please," he calls over them, but neither of them can hear him, so it's a bit of a futile effort. He stirs the mac n cheese as there's a whirlwind of feathers behind him, as Grian appears and thrusts a drawing up at him.
"Oh very pretty," he praises, and he doesn't have a hand to take it with but it ends up in his arms anyway. He leans away from the pot so it doesn't fall in, "want to pick a magnet and put it on the fridge?"
Grian takes his drawing back, (thankfully), and the scream-singing pauses as a voice calls out, "'ello kiddos, is Impulse about?"
"Back here, Joel!" he calls. Joel walks through the door a few moments later, the singing starting back up behind him.
"A bunch of kids at a sushi bar," he grins, "that's somethin' you don't see every day."
"I don't really have sitting space anywhere else," Impulse laughs, "do you mind dealing with Tango? These'll be ready in about five minutes."
"Giving me the hardest job! Typical," Joel scoffs, but there's no bite to it as he wanders back out to the bar area. He shouts "hey!" and suddenly Tango is quiet, (a blissful relief), and Impulse listens as he explains the rules to a simple attention game- a marble beneath a bowl that he shuffles around with two other bowls- and soon the kids' squealing and laughter filters through the door, and Impulse's shoulders drop with a sigh.
He isn't usually so wound up. He's handled more kids than this before. He doesn't know what's different- and if he's regressing then it's never been like this, like someone's made a wasps nest out of his head and it's all buzzing buzzing buzzing-
"Hey hey hey!" comes a new voice as Impulse opens the oven just a touch to check on the chicken nuggets, "I'm not too late to join the party, am I?"
The kids cheer for Skizz and Joel complains, (fond and joking), about how nobody'd made this much of a fuss when he got here, and he and Skizz fall into silly banter while the kids laugh. Impulse smiles to himself, turning off the oven and the burner, gathering up enough hot pads to take everything outside with.
"Who wants mac and cheese?" Impulse calls, and the kids cheer. Skizz ruffles his hair, taking hot pads when Impulse extends his elbow just so. He drops them on the counter and Impulse sets the pot down.
"How are you holding up, dop?" Skizz asks, leaning close, "sorry I was late."
"Fine," Impulse answers, hoping it doesn't come out sounding as tired as he feels, "there's chicken nuggets in the oven, would one of you-?"
"I'm on it," Joel says, and disappears around the corner.
"I'll get bowls," Skizz says, and reaches to the cupboard above him to do just that. He gets five bowls, passing them to Impulse one by one. Impulse fills them with pasta, and when Joel comes back with the tray of chicken nuggets, five nuggets each.
Skizz serves them like a chef, each with a flourish and a silly voice. Tango snatches up his spoon, as does Grian, and Zed needs to be nudged awake by Joel to take his. Mumbo and Gem both say thank you- Mumbo a little quiet, Gem a little loud.
"You're very welcome, Gemmy and Mumbles," Skizz ruffles both their hair. Gem sticks out her tongue.
Impulse laughs, and gets a bowl for Joel, (at his request). He's distracted when Skizz calls out to him again.
"Hey dop, will you come here a sec?"
"Yeah!"
He passes off Joel's food and hurries over, "what's up?"
"Stand in front of me," Skizz gestures.
Impulse raises an eyebrow, and does just that, "okay?"
Skizz smiles, "ready?"
"For wha-"
Then Skizz crouches just a bit, just enough to lift him and place him down again. Into a high chair.
Impulse completely forgot that he pulled it out.
He freezes, gripping Skizz's arm as he reaches around Impulse, pulling the belt straps around and clicking them into place. The tray comes after it. Then Skizz steps back, nodding at his handiwork. Joel stares. The kids stare. There isn't silence, but there's something meaningful, something different. They stop staring but there's something different about it. Something scary.
The buzzing is back. Impulse tenses up all over.
Then he's scrambling to get out, easily snapping the tray out of place and dropping it on the floor. He unbuckles himself, slips out of the chair and stands. He doesn't say anything to Skizz, retreating into the kitchen and breathing heavy for a bit.
What was that?
He's never been put in a high chair before. Some of the other hermits like using them- mostly Scar and Ren, but everyone's dabbled in it.
Everyone except him, apparently.
He flaps out his hands and takes off his apron, hanging it up. When he leaves the kitchen nobody says anything- and Mumbo asks if he'll help him with his food.
Impulse nods, and comes to sit.
He's distracted for the rest of dinner, spooning up bits of mac n cheese for Mumbo to eat, reliving the moment over and over and over again- Skizz had lifted him like he weighed nothing, scooped him up easier than anything in the world and plopped him down like it was no big deal. The buckles were so secure, and he'd expected to feel so constricted but instead he was just - safe.
Mumbo whines, and Impulse snaps back to himself to find the cheese has dripped onto Mumbo's shirt, the bib effectively useless, and Impulse quickly mutters apologies as he scrapes together a napkin to wipe it up with. Mumbo doesn't cry as much as he used to, but his eyes still well with tears, and for some reason, so do Impulse's.
Before they can fall, though, Skizz swoops in.
"Hey Mumby-muffin," he greets in his gentle teasing voice, "c'mere, lemme help you with that."
Impulse lets out a breath that is much shakier than he thought it would be, and steps aside so Skizz can help Mumbo up. And because wherever Mumbo goes, Grian follows, Grian jumps up after them, accidentally whacking Impulse with his wings on the way.
"Sorry Impy!" he calls over his shoulder at Skizz's prompting, and Impulse forces a laugh and says it's alright.
Impulse sits, buzzing as the hermits around him eat and chatter. Food makes some of them big again, and they step in to help when it's clear Impulse is struggling- and soon enough food is being cleaned up, stools are being straightened, and Impulse is left in the lingering quiet of his sushi bar, trying desperately not to cry.
He's startled out of it by a hand clapping him on the back.
"Whew! Another dinner, successful, thanks to us!" Skizz cheers, pumping the fist that isn't at Impulse's back, then holding it out for a high five, "dads of all time right here, gimme some!"
Impulse stares at his outstretched hand. He knows he's breathing too heavily. He feels oddly frantic. It takes everything in him to bring his hand up to press against his, trembling all the while.
At this, Skizz's smile fades. The hand at his back starts drawing gentle circles, "what's wrong, dop?"
Impulse can only breathe, shrugging. Skizz's hand curls around his, squeezing once, before letting him go.
"How does some grub sound?" Skizz asks, patting his back twice before pulling away, "any requests?"
At this, Impulse forces out words, "a-anything's fine."
"So leftover mac n cheese is good?"
Impulse nods.
Then Skizz starts whistling, and Impulse focuses on his breathing, counting seconds as Skizz putters about, retrieving a spoon and a bowl and a cup for Impulse, turning the sink on at the end.
Impulse counts the six seconds it's on. Then the one-two taps of the pot being lifted and set on the burners. Then the click-click-click of the burner being turned on. He counts how many notes Skizz whistles, tries to recognize the tune, but Skizz has never been so good at whistling.
The buzz quiets to something manageable, but it still lingers. He turns to face Skizz, pausing on the high chair.
Something like hope pinches his lungs.
"You good, dop?"
"Could you do it again?" comes spilling out of him.
"Do what? The chair thing?"
Impulse dares a glance. Skizz is smiling, overly fond, and the glint in his eye is almost excited. Impulse looks away, overwhelmed by the fondness and the new heat in his face, and nods.
"Yeah, I can do that," Skizz says, softer now, "come on over."
They move to the chair together- Impulse on slightly trembling legs and Skizz with a comforting surety. Impulse turns around to face him, and Skizz smiles down at him, ruffling his hair.
"Ready?"
Impulse nods.
Then it happens again- Skizz crouches just enough to scoop Impulse up by the arms and place him in the chair. Impulse sits, leaning forward so Skizz can drag the straps out from behind him, clicking them in place across his belly. Then he steps back, retrieving the tray from the floor, brushes off a few crumbs, then clicks it into place one stap at a time, first on the right, then on the left.
The buzzing in Impulse's mind turns to a fuzz. He brings a hand up to his lips, and rests his elbows on the tray.
Skizz smiles, ruffling his hair again, "how's that, buddy? Not too tight?"
"S'good," he whispers, suddenly overwhelmed. Tears leak out of him, he wipes them away fast, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
There's a slight counter weight, as he assumes Skizz puts his own elbows on the tray, leaning in close.
"Good tears or bad tears, bud?"
Impulse shrugs, shaking.
"That's okay," Skizz answers, and there are hands on his arms now, rubbing gentle circles with their thumbs, impossibly comforting, "we can stay like this for a bit, yeah?"
Impulse nods, his breaths heavy. The hopeful pinch in his chest spread to something warm and comforting, like the lingering warmth of a hug.
"Lemme know when you're ready for that mac n cheese."
Impulse nods again.
//
It's sort of a Thing after that. Something he thinks about often, thought he doesn't really use the chair in front of the hermits if he can help it.
