Clunk.

Impulse sighed as he climbed out of the shower, telling himself to remind Skizz again to fix the plumbing.

He walked into his and Skizz's room, opening his closet.

He paused as his brain processed the fact that there were no shirts hanging where there should be at least six pairs of his branded 'i' shirts, another two of the creeper face shirts, and a few plain black ones.

He forgot to do laundry.

After a second, he simply shifted the closet doors to Skizz's half of the closet, picking out a light blue shirt and slipping it over his head.

It was three sizes too big, but it was comfortable and smelled like his husband, so he didn't care.

He checked the time as he slipped a pair of his khaki cargo capris on.

10:30.

Still a reasonable time to have breakfast for night-owl Impulse.

He headed downstairs, and was in the middle of making himself breakfast when Skizz came home from grocery shopping.

He went to greet Skizz with a kiss and to take the grocery bags from his hands, when he saw Skizz staring down at the shirt he was wearing.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't realize I didn't have any clean shirts until after I got out of the shower, so I just stole one of yours." He shrugged, giggling sheepishly.