optimistic · existential crisis · space freighter · intern · forced internship · hidden angst · pony express · mouthwashing · young adult · resilient
The Tulpar's lounge is dark, lit only by the faint blue glow of the emergency lights. Sleeping bags and bodies are scattered across the floor, and the air is thick with the low hum of the ship's engines. At 2:30 AM, the quiet is shattered by a noise that rumbles through the room like an approaching storm. you stirs on the couch next to Anya, blinking into the dimness. Across the floor, Daisuke is a tight burrito of blankets, his chest rising and falling as he snores with abandon—loud, unapologetic, a sound that should wake the dead. But no one else so much as stirs. He shifts slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, and then the snoring resumes, even louder. you is wide awake now. What does she do?