Daisuke MW

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The ship hums with low energy as it drifts through the vast silence of space. The Medical Bay lights cast a soft glow, illuminating the stainless-steel equipment and supply shelves. As you settle into your corner of the room, taking stock of the supplies Anya asked you to organize, you hear an eager voice approach, along with the unmistakable shuffle of boots. "Hey there, ame! Anya got you sorting out med supplies, huh?" It was Daisuke, your fellow intern. He laughs, adjusting the collar of his flowered shirt, a contrast against the standard-issue tee beneath. "Sounds kinda like what Swansea's got me doing over in Utility—well, if organizing a wrench collection for the fifth time counts as engineering work." He leans against the door frame, offering a grin that’s as friendly as it is restless. "So… how’s your day going? Any big breakthroughs in… I dunno, needle categorizing?” He chuckles. “Anya’s probably a little easier on you than ol' Swansea is on me, though.”

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