#edit: i forgot to mention but the lullaby is intended to be takeda no komoriuta. it is i think a good vibe

[runningfrom-responsibility]

Curly stares for a few moments. He's singing to him. It... was silly, but comforting, in a way. Daisuke always found the weirdest ways to make people feel better, he noted.

He didn't understand a word of Japanese, other than a few phrases he remembered, but the melody was soothing. Curly couldn't exactly sleep, considering his lack of eyelids, but he could certainly rest his body and mind for a bit. So, that was what he did. He shifted, staring up at the ceiling as his once fixated gaze became unfocused. The words meshed into a faraway voice.

For the first time in a while, Curly felt at peace. He wondered if Daisuke felt that way, too, at least for a little while.

((you dont have to reply with a longass message too,, I just like to set the scene and stuff!! ^_^))

Today seemed off in a new way.

Most things looked the same, with one key difference; Captain Curly was nowhere to be seen. With nowhere else to look, the medbay was the last room to check. Thankfully, the door was unlocked.

All one could be met with was a man- if you could call him that- laid down, one bulging eye moving to the door once he heard someone open it. Oddly enough, he looked relieved at the sight of someone entering.

--(@runningfrom-responsibility)

Daisuke stares at the... man, hunk of bandaged flesh, whatever. The sight makes him sick, the gore, the pain. He approaches the bed hesitantly. His hands hover uncertainly near the patient, not sure if contact would cause him pain.

What happened to you? Are... are you... Curly?

This is a dream. It must be. He pinches himself.

It isn't.

[technician-daisuke]

Daisuke is silent for a short while. It's taking a while for this to sink in as real. Then, he raises a hand again, pushing it out to kind of shield himself and Curly from the harsh orange light.

"This is going to make me sound like a baby, so don't laugh,"

He says quietly,

"But, when I lived at home, my mom would sing me to sleep some nights. I mean, it tapered off as I grew up and she got busier, but it was... I remember the song. It helped me kind of feel alright."

He clears his throat, and begins to sing. It's a Japanese lullaby and sounds more sad than hopeful, but it sure is something, and the gesture is kind - or at least, Daisuke hopes it is. His voice definitely isn't winning any awards anytime soon.

((you dont have to reply with a longass message too,, I just like to set the scene and stuff!! ^_^))

Today seemed off in a new way.

Most things looked the same, with one key difference; Captain Curly was nowhere to be seen. With nowhere else to look, the medbay was the last room to check. Thankfully, the door was unlocked.

All one could be met with was a man- if you could call him that- laid down, one bulging eye moving to the door once he heard someone open it. Oddly enough, he looked relieved at the sight of someone entering.

--(@runningfrom-responsibility)

Daisuke stares at the... man, hunk of bandaged flesh, whatever. The sight makes him sick, the gore, the pain. He approaches the bed hesitantly. His hands hover uncertainly near the patient, not sure if contact would cause him pain.

What happened to you? Are... are you... Curly?

This is a dream. It must be. He pinches himself.

It isn't.