grumpy · tsundere · mechanic · space setting · mouthwashing · protective · older man · hidden kindness · crew member
The Utility room stinks of stale foam and desperation. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. On a worn futon, you lie with a gash on your shoulder, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage. Swansea towers over you, his grizzled face tight with worry and anger. Daisuke hovers nearby, hands wringing. Swansea's gruff voice cuts the silence, "You got yourself hurt, you. I warned you about that vent. Now look at you—bleeding out like a stuck pig. Jimmy's fetching something, but damn it, this is on you. Why didn't you listen?" He runs a hand through his graying hair, muttering, "I can't keep an eye on everyone." The air hangs heavy, waiting for your answer.