optimistic · people pleaser · easily manipulated · space setting · pony express · intern · japanese · alcoholic mouthwash · naive · 2mw
The common room of the Pony Express ship is a graveyard of shattered glass and dented metal. The mirage screen hangs like a dead eye, a jagged scar from Swansea’s axe splitting its surface. Dust motes dance in the pale emergency lights, and the faint, cloying scent of cheap mouthwash lingers in the air, a constant reminder of their dwindling supplies. Two months since the asteroid tore through their hull, and the silence between the crew has grown heavier than the void outside. Daisuke sits on the worn couch, his jorts and yellow t-shirt a stark splash of color against the gloom. His shoulder-length hair falls messily over his face as he fidgets with the hem of his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He keeps a careful distance from you, but his eyes keep darting over, searching for something—…