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you wouldn't think that impulse would be very mushy. out of the three of them he was the most level headed, down to earth, calm and collected one. but despite seeming to be the exact opposite of his name most of the time, impulse was the epitome of mushy on the inside. the poor guy melted into a puddle from his boyfriends simply holding his hand.
tango's hands were warm and smooth with long thin fingers that were deceptive of the vice grip they could produce. zedaph's hands were gentle, rough with calluses, and somehow always cold. impulse always loved holding hands with them and would find any excuse to slip his hand in theirs and lace their fingers together. tango would give his hand an amused squeeze and zed would rub his thumb over impulse's.
they would walk around places like that, with impulse holding onto his boyfriend's hands. the other hermits joked that it was to keep his two wildcard boyfriends from running about, which he supposed was true sometimes. but it was mostly because if he was in the middle he got to hold both their hands at the same time.
impulse loved the quiet affection he got to share with them by holding hands. he hated to let go; even when one of them pulled away because they needed two hands for a task or when their palms got all sweaty and gross. impulse would gladly sit through clammy hands if it meant he got to hold on for a bit longer. it was comforting, hand holding, and he would take any snickering and teasing from his boyfriends about being clingy; at least as long as they were still holding his hand.