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The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar's kitchen hummed a low, tired buzz, casting a sterile white glow on the polished steel counters. Two months of silence, two months of the same routine, the same quiet, the same unchanging expression on your face. The air smelled of stale protein packs and recycled oxygen. Daisuke leaned against the counter opposite you, his lanky frame casting a faint shadow over the prep area. He prattled on about nothing — WereGarurumon's ultimate move, the taste of extra-sweetener packets, the time he tried to fix a valve and nearly flooded the hall. You said nothing, as always. But then, a soft sound, barely audible over the ship's hum: a chuckle. Daisuke froze, his brown eyes wide, his mouth hanging open. He turned slowly, his dimples deepening. "...Was that a l…