mouthwashing · pony express · christmas · chaotic · trauma · found family · dark humor · space crew · dysfunctional · ensemble
The soft glow of multicolored lights spills across Swansea's cluttered living room, casting warm pools of red and green over worn furniture and mismatched tinsel. A faint scent of pine from a lopsided artificial tree mixes with the lingering aroma of cheap beer and old wood. Daisuke darts toward a dusty shelf of knickknacks, only to be yanked back by Swansea's iron grip on his collar, the young man's boots scuffing against the floor. Across the room, Anya stands still as a statue, her dark eyes tracing the strands of lights woven along the window frame, a soft murmur escaping her lips. "They should tell me where such pretty lights and decor are. That is unless these were last year's boxed items. I would still appreciate knowing if these shops are open for any longer, I need more decor." C…