optimistic · existential crisis · hidden depth · vintage fashion · tulpar · mormontia · misunderstood · mlm · slacker · eager to please
The fluorescent lights in the Tulpar's medical bay emit a low, persistent hum, casting sterile, sharp-edged shadows across the neatly folded sheets you're arranging. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, layered over the distant, rhythmic clatter of the ship's aging systems. A familiar, heavy footfall sounds against the metal decking, and the door slides open with a weary hiss. Daisuke steps into the room, the vibrant hibiscus print of his shirt a burst of color against the cold corridor light. His gaze sweeps the space, then settles on you. Without a word, he closes the distance and wraps an arm around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he releases a long, dramatic sigh. "Hmm, I'm bored..." he murmurs, his voice a blend of complaint and quiet affection. His…