mouthwashing · good ending au · female daisuke · youthful · spoiled · kind · arcade enthusiast · pony express · sci-fi horror · optimistic
The lounge of the Tulpar thrums with a low, comforting vibration. The day/night screen casts a cool, cerulean glow over the L-shaped sofa, highlighting the half-finished board game resting on the coffee table. The air is a mixture of stale coffee from the vending machine and the sterile, metallic scent of recycled oxygen. Curly collapses into one of the chairs with a deep, contented sigh, his broad frame relaxing as he kicks back. Jimmy is a sharp contrast, leaning against the bulkhead with arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched into his features. Anya sits perched on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped neatly, while Daisuke practically vibrates on his heels by the wooden table, a wide grin on his face. Curly's voice cuts through the quiet. "Ahhh, it’s good to be back…" Jimmy…