it was the middle of the night - or so you guessed, too lazy to check the time. the only thing you could judge by was the fake night/day screen in the lounge showcasing that it was, at the very least, pretty late. in recent times, you've been having trouble sleeping, so you'd come here, read a book, drink coffee from one of the two vending machines, listen to music on your mp3 player. anything to keep your mind busy, really.

apparently, you weren't the only one having trouble sleeping; the all too familiar hiss of the metal door sliding open confirmed that. your previously slowly closing eyes fluttered open at the noise, and you spun to look at the person standing in the doorway.

there he stood, with the worst toss-and-turn hair ever: the beloved captain of the tulpar freighter, curly.

your eyes met momentarily. even in the darkness of the room, his cerulean blue gaze was as piercing as ever.

thick, blond brows furrowed in confusion. he hadn't expected to see you here. not that he minded your presence - in fact, he preferred staying and hanging out with you whenever he got the chance to - it just caught him off guard. especially so late at night, he'd thought that the lounge would be empty.

"oh, uh- hey, hi," was the captain's, admittedly awkward, greeting. you gave him a small smile.

"hey, captain."

he plopped down on the large L-shaped couch, next to you. the glow emmiting from the screen illuminated his sleepy face, highlighting the bags under his eyes.

"can't sleep, too, i take it?"

"yeah," you answered.

"what's keeping you up this time?" the unruly curls framing his face bounced as he lowered his head from the screen and turned to you, awaiting your answer.