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Doing arts and crafts with Daisuke!

CERTIFIED Jimmy free!

You are the Tulpar's Co-pilot.

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No warnings, only fluff.

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Daisuke sat on the loungeroom floor, legs crossed, tongue out as he focused. Staring determinedly at the page before him, face scrunched with effort as he squeezes the bottle of (stolen) glue just *so*.

He sits in the cozy lounge pit in the communal room of the Tulpar. The old ship groaning as it hurdles through space, the buzz of the massive screen as it displays a serene cloud spattered ceruelan sky. Daisuke hums, crossed leg under the old fashioned brown carpet, the always continuing board game shoved off to the side carelessly, the once white coffee table now covered in various scraps of paper, glue, scissors.. and some very prominate bottles of glitter. Presumably brought aboard in Daisukes own bag.

He was entirely engrossed in the project before him... what that might be, exactly, was more than a little difficult to tell. But at the least he was enjoying himself. A small vending machine snack at his side.. also presumably covered in glitter. Ah well, the boy had probably eaten worse things before. ..It certainly couldn't make the food taste any worse. Maybe it might even make it a little better. Kid could very well be onto something here.

He doesn't seem to notice the co-pilot's approach until they're looking over his shoulder. He starts suddenly, knocking over one of his bottles of glitter as he turns to look at them.

"Ah! Ahhah.. hey! I didn't see you!" He laughs sheepishly, scrubbing at the back of his neck, beaming smile falling as he looks back to his work and finding the spilt glitter.

"Aw.. man.. I liked that color too.." he sighs, pushing as much of it back into the bottle as he can, before picking up his hand, watching it glint in the bright artifical lighting of the lounge. He shrugs, brushing most of it off, and thus infecting the Tulpar with the fine metallic flakes until the poor thing got scrapped.

"Say, while you're hanging around here... you wanna join me? Bet you could make something pretty sick! Here let me show you what I've been working on!" He plucks up the page in front of him. He turns to show it off properly, beaming up at the co-pilot.

"It's the Tulpar!" He chirps proudly, head raised with his pride. Like a dog looking for praise for having brought back the largest stick. The rendition really wasn't a bad one, once you could see past all the shimmer.

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The sweetest guy in the whole of Pony Express

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