Ugh. Alcohol.

Skizz had always hated the smell of it. Something about Human intoxicants just turned his stomach.

Maybe it was because of his previous charge's... home life, but we don't need to get into that.

The point is, that's why Skizz is standing there, trying not to breathe too much of the bitter fumes in, as Gem orders a room for them in a local inn and tavern, under false names.

He presses two fingers against Impulse- his current charge -'s wrist, asking for permission to hold his hand. Impulse took his hand willingly, the shorter man's free hand coming up to toy with the golden feather around his neck.

Skizz feels a jolt of magic go up his spine, his wings starting to tingle as Impulse touches the feather that binds the two men to each other. He doesn't say anything, because he enjoys the physical tie he has to his best friend.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when Impulse begins dragging him along, following Gem up a set of stairs and into a long hallway, each door numbered.

Gen snorts as she sees their joined hands, rolling her eyes affectionately at her team mates. "Seriously, you two need to get together. This is painful to watch."

Immediately Skizz and Impulse jump apart, red flushing on their cheeks. "Ah- I- we- we're not-" Skizz stammers out a response to her hastily, before getting cut off.

(You can be Gem or Impulse. Credit to Black Flame on quotev for the idea! https://www.quotev.com/story/16828941/The-Hunter-The-Imp-and-The-Angel)