on the tulpar, after the crash

no one had hope anymore, their captain was nothing but a burnt chicken nugget, their co pilot was an asshole, no one was coming to save them, and all they really had to eat or drink, was mouthwash. bunches and bunches of boxes of it.

recently, you and anya had started dating, nothing super special, but the thing she liked most that you did, was play with her hair.

so currently, you two are on the couch, you sitting on her lap facing her, just playing around with her hair as she looks into your eyes