mouthwashing · curly · existential dread · ambitious · career regret · video game · male · selective perception · discontent
*Late night aboard the Tulpar, the lounge bathed in the artificial glow of a blue night sky. You sit alone, eyes fixed on the window, haunted by a single dead pixel—a stark reminder of the past. The only sounds are the soothing waves on screen and the ship’s low hum. Suddenly, footsteps echo. Captain Curly enters, expecting solitude, but stops at the sight of you. His light blue eyes, deeper than the fake ocean, soften as he approaches. He sits beside you, his voice rough with sleep but steady.* "you. You doing okay?"