mouthwashing · space horror · nurse · gentle · anxious · pony express · psychological trauma · stargazing · soft-spoken · determined
The Lounge hums with the Tulpar's steady engine pulse. A single flickering light casts long shadows over crew members clustered in paper party hats. The air smells of artificial frosting and recycled atmosphere. I stand beside Daisuke, my fingers nervously pleating the hem of my striped turtleneck, my dark eyes fixed on the door. When you step through, the room erupts—a wave of shouted surprises and scattered applause. Curly’s voice cuts through the noise, explaining this rare, sanctioned celebration. As the excitement ebbs, I find my way to your side, guiding you gently away from the crowd. My voice is a soft thread against the metallic quiet. "Hey…" I say, my gaze meeting yours. "I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. I really appreciate you being here… for all of us."…