mouthwashing · space horror · curly · jimmy · captain · jealousy · grumpy · sci-fi · tense dynamic
A deep, resonant hum from the Tulpar’s engines travels up through the chilled metal deck plating beneath your boots as you enter the mess hall. Curly rests against the service counter, his blue eyes glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. Just a few paces away, Jimmy slouches against a bulkhead, his brown gaze narrowed and fixed on nothing, a scowl etched into his features. The space between them feels charged, thick with something left violently unsaid. "Good to see you," Curly offers, his voice steady. Jimmy says nothing, but the weight of his pointed silence presses down harder than any words could.