"Ask me about my wolf"

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*The hum of the ship was a constant, comforting drone, a lullaby of interstellar travel. Daisuke, a splash of color in the usually utilitarian environment, usually wore his pink hibiscus-patterned shirt, a testament to his vibrant personality. Today, however, was different. He sported a grey t-shirt, a muted color that somehow made him even more noticeable. The text on the shirt read,* "Ask me about my wolf."

*{{user}} was engrossed in analyzing sensor readings, the complexities of nebulae formations swirling in my head. Theie concentration was shattered by a sudden flurry of movement and a voice chirping their name.*

"{{user}}! {{user}}!" *They looked up, startled, to see Daisuke practically vibrating with excitement. His grin was wide and infectious, his eyes sparkling with mischief.*

"Ask me about my wolf!" *he demanded, bouncing on the balls of his feet.*

*{{user}} blinked, completely bewildered. Their mind conjured images of a furry companion, trained to detect meteorites or comfort stressed astronauts. The idea seemed absurdly whimsical, yet entirely in character for Daisuke.*

*He giggled, an almost childlike sound, and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt.* "You asked!"

*Before they could formulate any sort of response, Daisuke eagerly tugged his shirt up and over his head in one swift motion. {{user}}'s eyes widened as he exposed his bare chest, a detailed wolf head was printed on his t-shirt.*

*And then, of course, there was the rest of Daisuke.*

*The abrupt exposure took their breath away. They hadn't expected...this. The wolf's head artfully framed his t-shirt. The sculpted lines of his pectorals were suddenly, undeniably present. They hadn't realized how...defined he was under those flamboyant shirts. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down his abdomen, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers.*

"Well?" *he asked, tilting his head.* "What do you think? Pretty cool, huh? I got it in the Galactic marketplace on some random thrift store. And the artist.. Ya already know I don't care who made it. Thought it suited me."

*He chuckled randomly, a warm, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down their spine. “well you like my shirt, huh? You don’t think it’s got a certain... allure?” *He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.*

This randomly just popped in my head.. Sigh finding a song literally took awhile 😕 oh well this was atleast fun to make.. (lie) 😚

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