Belle:: -wrapped a large elegant scarf around her shoulders as she walks down the sidewalk, sticking close to the walls- Hm, shame somebody would throw something this beautiful away.

Impulse: -perks up, seeing the dainty female dig something out of the trash, then realizes it's Belle -- Marshie's sister- Hey! Hey wait! -lopes after her, wrapped up in a heavy longcoat and a rainbow scarf and gloves- Hey!

Belle:: -hears her name being called so she turns around with a happy expression, thinking it was one of her friends, but she was sorely mistaken.- Ugh, oh... it's only you... -sticks her nose in the air and continues walking.-

Impulse: -hurries after her, sticking his hands in his pockets and shivering against the brisk air- Hey, that's no wait to treat a friend -smiles a little, knowing she'd reprimand him for that comment- Hey. I think...we got off onto the wrong paw earlier, Belle... I do. So I'd like to try again. -head tilts, rainbow bangs falling into his eyes as he offers a hand- I'm Impulse.

Belle:: Friend?! -stops and turns around on her heels sharply, giving him a cold stare. She listens and glances down at his out reached hand.- Hmph, how could I befriend somebody who's trying to manipulate and change my brother.

Impulse: -freezes, ears flattening back, tail fanning out behind him- M-M-Manipulate? What? -jaw drops for a moment- B-Belle, no! It's not like that. I don't want him to change. I...love him the way he is. He's perfect... -smiles a shy smile, looking down with a blush- I mean... He's really... I don't know... Surely you -get- it... -drops his hand-

Belle:: -sighs and stares at the tom before turning away from him.- Well, then I guess it's all just to spite me? First you steal his attention, then he gives YOU lessons... that was suppose to be our thing... -is very upset right now-

Impulse: Spite...you? No... I didn't know... -his voice is soft- I'm just happy to spend time with him. I honestly don't care if it's painting or watching tv, it's just...I feel so happy when I'm around him, it's crazy. I never, ever meant to hurt you, Belle--honestly! I don't mind if he never teaches me how to paint... -frowns-

Belle:: -looks a bit hopeful that he's speaking the truth. She might as well give him a chance. She turns and eyes him carefully before turning back to him fully.- You really like him that much?

Impulse: -blushes heavily and looks away- Yeeeeah... Alot. I've never really felt this way before. It's like, a giddy feeling in my heart every time I see him. -straightens- Listen, Belle... I like him. I think I'm in love with him, even if he's not in love with me...yet. I want the best for him, and I can see his pain when we fight... I...I want to propose to you that if we never really get along...that maybe we could pretend around him? -perks up-

Belle:: -the way he describes this feeling reminds her of how she feels around Adonis lately. She could never find herself giving up that feeling for anything, so why should she expect Imp to.- Hm, Well.... I never want to intentionally hurt him.... I guess.... just a small truce couldn't be so bad.

Impulse: -smiles as if he's won the lottery and takes her hands in his- Wonderful! Thank you, Belle -blue eyes gleam and his tail curls around his legs, warming them up- Um... -scuffs a shoe- Would you like to go Christmas shopping with me? -ears p***k up, earrings jingling- Do you have any idea what Marshall might want?

Belle:: -widens her eyes as she has her hands grasped- Um... really really, it's no big deal. I'd do anything to make Marshall happy. But please, control yourself. -takes her hands from him and sighs.- Shopping? I haven't any clue as to what he would want. I'm not the one who spends time with him now. You should have a better idea than I do.

Impulse: -blushes again, chuckling a little before pulling hands back and stuffing them in his pockets- Sorry... I get a little...exhuberant. -falls into step beside her, tilting his head up to look at the snow-threatening clouds and smiling a little- Mmm... -thinks- Well the obvious: he loves to paint. -tail flicks-

Belle:: Well, that's the obvious. He's got enough paints to paint a house. -sighs and thinks, trying to out do Imp's plan- Wouldn't he like a nicer place? I mean, sure... his house is cozy but... the couch is old, the table is creaky. What do you think? Should we mess with his home?

Impulse: -lights up- You're right... -remembers the creak in the couch, the fabric a little stained- He seems to like the place... Could we really find him another couch? -ponders- It would probably be hard to wrap -chuckles a little-

Belle:: -gives a very soft giggle but composes herself quickly- Uh, right... well maybe we could give him two presents. I'll get him the couch and you could get him something smaller and less meaningful. -raises an eyebrow and smirks at Imp-

Impulse: -hears the giggle and inwardly beams, then eyes her smirk, uncertain now, but gives her a grin of his own, sticking a pierced tongue out at her- Deal. Let's go searching -grins and takes off down the alley, then turns around- Oi! Nice scarf, by the way -wink-

Belle:: -sees him walking down the alley way and huffs at having to follow him for a change. She freezes when she hears the comment and isn't to sure if it's mean to be nice or hurtful. She looks down at the scarf around her neck and huffs.- Let him think whateer her wants... -tells herself of course before rushing after him.- So, where are we going to look first?

Impulse: -had been totally serious, seeing that her scarf was pretty fashionable. Grins and shrugs- Oh I have no clue. I've never wandered the streets without Marshall before. I'm a newb here. I don't even know the name of this big expanse of a city! -admits sheepishly. Knows what he wants to get him, but not for Christmas, not yet- I'm thinking something pretty... Sure, I've got plenty of trinkets, but I want something special... -purses his lips together-

Belle:: -nods slowly- Well, then... looks like it's up to me to navigate. -glances around- I'm sure there's a nice shop down the walk a little ways. Come on. -waves for him to follow along. She stops in a jewelry shop and eyes some shiny objects.- Do you think he'd like something like this?

Impulse: -ears p***k up, tagging along behind her like a loyal dog. Presses his hands up against the glass and peers in- Ooh... -he is a trinket-collecter, so the shiny objects catch his attention- Hmmm... -eyes fall on a handsome gold chain with a little cat charm hanging from it in gray and white acrylic- Look at that...