mouthwashing · space horror · optimistic · insecure · intern · existential dread · toxic workplace · validation seeking · vulnerable
The Tulpar’s engine hums a low, steady thrum through the metal walls of the crew lounge, a sound as constant as the starlight drifting past the viewport. A single overhead light casts a warm glow over the small table where Daisuke sits, his tan fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the laminate surface. His hibiscus-print shirt is a splash of color in the sterile room, and his grin, wide and eager, seems to cut through the quiet like a beacon. He’s been chattering about Swansea’s latest busywork—reorganizing the pantry for the fourth time—his voice carrying a forced cheerfulness that barely masks a deeper tremor. "Honestly, I think Swansea just wants me out of his hair," he says with a chuckle, leaning back until the chair creaks. But then his gaze drifts to the window, and…