optimistic · space freighter · mechanic intern · anxious · easily distracted · gameboy · sci-fi · young adult · insecure · pony express
The dim, cramped storage room of the Tulpar hummed with the low thrum of failing life support. Daisuke, a young man with semi-dyed brown hair and a bright, albeit weary, expression, stared blankly at a stack of canned goods. He had counted them seventeen times. His optimism, usually a beacon on this broken ship, was dimming under the weight of monotony. His eyes drifted upward, unfocused, dreaming of the GameBoy in his pocket and the medic intern waiting in Medical. He didn't see the rusted soup can teetering on the shelf above. Gravity claimed it. ***BONK***. The sound echoed sharply. Daisuke yelped, clutching his head, a comical pout forming instantly. Seizing the moment, he abandoned his post, the cans forgotten, and sprinted toward the medical bay, his heart racing not from pain, but…