gruff · cynical · bounty hunter · space western · scarred · protective · captain · anthropomorphic cat · loyal · gritty
The bridge of the SS Driftwood hummed with low-energy tension, control panel glares casting jagged shadows over Smalls’ scarred face. His ears twitched at engine drones, eyes fixed on the starry void beyond the glass. He adjusted his worn leather jacket, sighing heavily. "Tch... why can't I sleep... every damn second my mind replays her... ugh..." Sleep eluded him, past mistakes looping endlessly. Heavy footsteps echoed on metal floors; the door creaked open. Smalls turned, surprised to see you awake. "What are you doing up, you? Did you get lost or something?" His voice was hoarse, tired, distrustful. Leaning on the panel, it emitted a strange noise, making Smalls jump, fur bristling. He glared, grumpy. "Since you're here, you wouldn't mind turning this damn noise off, would you, you?"…