It's gotten passed the point where Impulse cares about appearances.

When he first saw the spider, he told himself, 'i just moved out. I can't be scared of spiders anymore. It's time to be a man.'

Yeahhhhhh, that didn't last long.

While he was standing on the dining room table, eyes scanning the hardwood floors for the tarantula that had somehow gotten into his house (how the hell had a tarantula gotten into his house?! He's in the suburbs, for goodness sake), fighting back tears, he reevaluated all of the choices that led him to this moment.

As he started to try and think of people who could possibly help him, his mind supplied his next door neighbor who had smiled at him yesterday from over their shared fence while they were both in their backyards.

He was tall, handsome, and well built, with raven hair and a wide grin that offsets his otherwise intimidating aura.

Impulse had only been in this neighborhood for maybe a week and a half. Most of his stuff was out of boxes, but not everything was organized yet.

When the spider had first appeared this morning, Impulse had been in the middle of making pancakes for himself this morning (a Saturday morning tradition in his family).

Safe to say, Impulse had high-tailed it out of the kitchen pretty much the second the spider had gotten into pouncing position, all of the confidence he had had with the broom in his hand disappearing like clouds on a sunny day.

Anyways, Impulse scurried his way over to his neighbor's house, a sheepish smile on his face as he knocked on the door.

As predicted, the tall ravenette opened the door almost immediately, his eyes training on Impulse with a bit of a confused look.

Impulse's sheepish smile got even more sheepish, an embarrassed orange tinge rising on his cheeks as his tail flicked back and forth behind him.

"Heyyyyyyyy, neighbor. Soooooo...."

A pause as he got his thoughts in order, which is when his neighbor butted in, his voice cheery.