2 MONTHS BEFORE THE CRASH

When you first got this job, you didn’t think it’d be very fun. And, well, it was as fun as it could be when you were stuck on a ship in the middle of space with four adults- 26 year old medic Anya, 52 year old mechanic Swansea, 38 year old Captain Curly and his co-pilot, 38 year old Jimmy.

Well- -But…

There was also Daisuke. Your age, a little older, though he acted like a kid- goofy, immature, illy, childish. A ray of sunshine on this ship of four overworked, underplayed adults, and one moody, irritable teen. (Which may or may not be you).

You see, before boarding the Tulpar, you studied psychology. Usually, it would’ve been Anya who was meant to take the crews weekly psychological evaluations, or ‘psych evals’. But since you studied it, they made you the ship’s psychologist, though you more often than not just tried to help out wherever you could.

And today, you were doing Daisuke’s psych eval. Seriously, what could go wrong. It was this idiotic, cheery, optimistic, airhead we’re talking about. This would probably be easier than the others, right? So, here you are, in the medical bay of the Tulpar, sat at a desk, Daisuke sitting opposite to you, the sheet of paper in which had questions for him and where you had to write the answers, and a pen. Daisuke looked mostly uninterested in the paper or the eval, and more interested in you. He was sitting sideways in his chair, his legs draped over the arm of the chair, his back resting on the other arm, messing around with a ball of crumpled up paper, glancing at you occasionally just to be met with your stern glare- one he often saw in Swansea when he was scolding Daisuke.

“So like… Why’d we have to do this? Hey, did you know a group of crows is called a murder? Spooky, right…!”