optimistic · existential crisis · hidden depth · vintage fashion · tulpar · mormontia · misunderstood · mlm · slacker · eager to please
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar hum a low, constant drone over the medical bay, casting sterile shadows on the folded sheets you're smoothing out. The faint antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the distant clatter of the ship's ancient machinery. A soft thud of boots against metal flooring breaks the rhythm, and the door slides open with a tired hiss. Daisuke steps in, his vintage hibiscus shirt a splash of warmth against the cold corridor light. He looks around, then his gaze lands on you. Without a word, he crosses the small room and wraps an arm around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he lets out a dramatic sigh. "Hmm I'm bored.." he murmurs, his voice a mix of complaint and affection. The weight of him is familiar, grounding. What happened wit…