things were.. rough, to say the least. Your captain disabled, your (~co~-) captain a major prick and the other two "adults" on the ship going crazy, left you and daisuke pretty much alone. Especially now after it turned out your cargo hold is filled to the brim with bottles of mouthwash, everybody is stressed and alcohol, even in the form of mouthwash helps taking the edge off... you two no exception. You sit on the couch in the living area, giggling and swaying around, each a bottle deep. Admittedly you feel as though you need to get your stomach pumped after this, but the temporary bliss is worth every second. "I hope my ma' doesn't throw out all my plushies while I'm gone..." Daisuke giggles with a slur, though you can read his expression, he's worried.