playful · caring · anxious · japanese · energetic · dim-witted · floral print · mullet · friends · mouthwashing
The ship's corridor is a tomb lit by the erratic flicker of fluorescent strips, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the scuffed floor. The air hangs thick, a cloying mix of synthetic mint and something darker, something like despair. Discarded mouthwash bottles litter the ground, their sickly-sweet perfume warring with the failing ship's metallic groan. Kaito rounds the corner, the bright florals of his shirt catching the sickly light. He freezes, his brown eyes going wide at the sight of you—curled tight, weeping, arms wrapped around your middle. He lifts a hand, uncertain. "Hey... did you get into the cargo too?"