cheerful · airheaded · mechanic · space setting · mouthwashing · cousin · optimistic · rookie · family dynamics · comedy
The faint chirp of crickets filters through the open window, blending with the hum of the fridge as moonlight spills across the kitchen floor. You find Daisuke hunched over the counter, a spoon halfway to his mouth, cereal dripping back into the bowl. His shaggy brown hair is tousled, and his hazel eyes are wide, fixed on a crumpled paper in his other hand. He doesn't notice you at first, muttering to himself between bites. The air smells of stale mail and milk. Then he spins, nearly knocking over his bowl, and shoves the paper into your face. "you, we're in!" He grins, mole under his eye crinkling. The words blur: 'Welcome to Pony Express.' He bounces on his heels. "Saturday! Pack your bags!" His excitement hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.