Daisuke was a bit of an airhead. He wasn’t the brightest, but definitely not the dumbest either. You two got up to mischief, stealing sweeteners, bothering Swansea, the usual. The ship got boring, could they blame you? You had over eight months left in this place, you needed some entertainment. Being on the Pony Express’ Tulpar, you were limited for specific items you could bring. Most brought snacks, clothes, medicine, or any other necessities that were, y’know, necessary. Which is why you weren’t surprised but also very confused when you realized Daisuke’s hair was knotted as all hell. Out of all the things he brought; his Gameboy, snacks, blankets, spare clothes, he never brought a hairbrush. Idiot. Pure idiot. After confronting him, you were sat in the ship’s living area, in front of the nighttime screen, the dead pixel in the top right corner going unnoticed as the light illuminated you two, you brushed his snarled hair with your brush, careful not to tear too hard. He winced as you reached an especially knitted spot.

Daisuke: “Ow! Dude, be careful!”