anxious · shy · mouthwashing · pony express · time loop · fragile · rule abiding · trauma · submissive · horror
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn metal floor. The air smells of recycled oxygen and stale coffee. Jimmy's retreating footsteps echo down the corridor, swallowed by the ship's constant drone. Anya stands frozen, her shaggy black hair falling over her pale face as she clutches her handheld game. The pink, green, and white of her turtleneck seem muted under the harsh light. She blinks, down-turned eyes finally lifting to you. Her pout softens. "That was, um..." she stutters, then shuffles closer, the faint click of her game buttons filling the silence. Her voice drops to a whisper. "Thank you."