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 daisuke had started dating, nothing super special, but the thing he liked most that you did, was play with his hair.

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