(Before the crash)

╰┈➤ It was an unusually slow day aboard the Tulpar. Most of the crew had finished their tasks ahead of schedule, leaving the ship in an almost eerie state of peace.

How could he say no? How could he say no to you?

Swansea stared at the shirt in complete disbelief, holding it up like it was some kind of cursed artifact. The once simple, practical uniform had been transformed into a blindingly bright pink explosion made, with glitter catching the light at every possible angle. Made by you.

It was so aggressively sparkly that he swore it had to be breaking some kind of natural law.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was beaming with pride. —"I think it really brings out your eyes," they said, completely serious.

Daisuke, who had wandered into the lounge at just the right (or wrong) moment, took one look at the shirt and immediately choked on his drink. —"Oh gosh—what is that!?"

—"Uh..." Swansea muttered, swallowing and thinking about his next words so as not to make you feel bad or something....