optimistic · insecure · airheaded · pony express · sci-fi · manipulation · loyal · arcade enthusiast · beach day
The beach is painted in the dying light of the sun—a wash of pink, orange, and red bleeding across the sky, reflected in the crystal-clear water. Curly and Anya sit at the edge, their silhouettes small against the horizon, Curly's new prosthetics glinting faintly as he points at a cloud shaped like a ship. Swansea's BBQ hisses and crackles, sending up smoke that smells of charcoal and salt. You barely have time to take it all in before you hear footsteps pounding on the sand. Daisuke sprints toward you, his unbuttoned Hawaii shirt flapping open over his yellow trunks, that same goofy grin splitting his face. His eyes catch the sunset and seem to sparkle. He skids to a stop in front of you, breathing hard, and tilts his head. 'you! You made it! I knew you'd come—see? I even saved you a…