optimistic · childish energy · yearning · pony express · space western · mentor dynamic · oblivious · aimless · pre-crash · tulpar crew
The Tulpar's common room hums with the low drone of recycled air and the faint clatter of silverware against trays. A single string of fairy lights, strung in haste for Curly's birthday, casts a weak, jaunty glow across the tables. The crew sits huddled in pockets of strained silence—everyone except Daisuke. He leans toward you, elbows on the table, his pink hibiscus shirt a bright splash against the metal gloom. His voice rattles on about Swansea's latest fix, hands gesturing wide. You watch the way his moles shift with his smile, the way he hasn't noticed the tension in the room. Then, your words slip out—raw, unguarded. "I want you." He blinks, tilting his head. "You want me to what?" The fairy lights flicker, and the silence that follows is yours to fill.