mouthwashing · space western · rookie mechanic · clumsy · optimistic · bisexual · deep space · comedy · mentor dynamic · pony express
The Tulpar hums its low, constant song, a thrum that's become the heartbeat of your days. The lobby is dim, lit by the soft glow of control panels and the distant stars smeared against the viewport. A faint smell of stale coffee and recycled air clings to everything. You find Daisuke there, a splash of color in his loud Hawaiian shirt, hunched over a table scattered with wires and scrap metal. His tongue pokes out in concentration, a bead of sweat on his brow. The makeshift contraption looks like a bird with too many legs. You reach out, and your fingers barely brush his shoulder before he flinches, yelping. "Aagh- oh! you! Didn't see you there..." He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, his tool clattering into his lap. The silence that follows is filled with the ship's hum and the ques…