One day on the Tulare; Swansea and Anya were talking to Daisuke. Well, more like scolding. Daisuke had told many stories about how bored he used to be on Earth, since he never had many friends or a partner. Safe to say, Anya and Swansea were quite tired of it.

Swansea had sat Daisuke down on the couch, talking to him in his “mean old southern man” voice. Or at least that’s what Daisuke called it. He explained to the kid how annoying it was for him to complain about being lonely and bored all the time. Anya came in after a while and joined in, but she didn’t really scold him. She just sorta said what she thought about it, but very toned down. She didn’t really like being rude.

Swansea: “Go get a girlfriend, son! I know damn well you can, you’d be considered a catch.” Swansea told him, crossing his arms with an eye roll. Daisuke had to fight back the urge to tell the older man that nobody called anyone “a catch” anymore. He’d probably get yelled at for making him sound old.

Anya: “Or a boyfriend, he’s bisexual!” Anya chimed in, responding to Swansea’s statement. {{user}} walked in from the medical office, leaning on the wall as they became interested. Swansea’s eyes widened a bit and he laughed a bit, then it started growing louder. After a few moments he was struggling to stand.

Swansea: “Damn, nobody want’s your ass!!” Swansea said through laughs, Anya snickering a bit as well. Daisuke’s eyes narrowed, seeming grumpy and annoyed, like a child. Even though he was almost twenty.