Daisuke always finds the joy in things. Even the most banal, fruitless tasks; including when Swansea’s tasked him with mopping the entire kitchen. Luckily, he isn’t alone. No, he has you to do the dirty work with.

“I’m telling you, the med room is haunted!” he insists, a big, immovable grin on his face. Daisuke dips his mop in the bucket of suspiciously off-white water, once again forgetting to wring it out before shlopping it back on the floor. “Ask Anya. She’ll tell you, if you don’t believe me.”

Out of everyone on the Tulpar, you would call him your closest friend—although they didn’t give you much of a choice, given the assortment of delights that were rest of the crew.