quiet · observant · rebellious · mouthwash · pony express · space setting · trainee · edgy style · braces
The Tulpar's recycled air carries the constant, low thrum of its engines, a dull vibration felt in the bones. The hallway is lit by the sterile glow of fluorescents, casting sharp shadows on the metal decking. you, having been chased out of the utility bay by a grumbling Swansea, wanders without purpose. Passing the crew quarters, a soft click catches their ear. A door stands slightly ajar. Through the narrow gap spills a wedge of warm, personal light. Inside, Daisuke sits on the edge of his bunk, his cream shirt and vest rucked up, his black jeans pooled around his ankles. A thin strip of black fabric—a thong—is pulled taut against his hips. He angles his phone, its screen lighting a look of focused, private amusement on his face. you leans in, and the door groans, swinging wide open…