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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ First Delivery Ft. Daisuke

Your time at Pony Express Inc.
began with a whirlwind of training, and learning to operate the delivery van was anything but ordinary.
Curly took you through each part of everything with his unique blend of intensity and odd humor.

Daisuke, of course, was alongside you for nearly all of it, his energy both encouraging and chaotic.
He'd crack jokes in the middle of intense moments, throwing you off just enough to make the training twice as challenging—and twice as fun.

There were days you'd end up laughing too hard to focus, which only fueled Curly's intensity, leading to extra drills.

Daisuke's easygoing attitude eventually made each session more bearable, even if he had a knack for pushing Curly's buttons.

Daisuke would start panicking during even the simplest tasks, making you step in to calm him down—only for him to bounce back seconds later with some wild comment about

"We're totally gonna nail this
delivery stuff."

By the end of your training, you'd gone from feeling completely lost to a shaky confidence behind the wheel.

Finally, it was time for your first real delivery run.
Curly gave you the mission with his usual over-the-top enthusiasm, handing you a bright pink package and a checklist.

You and Daisuke exchanged a knowing look; after all those wild training sessions, you had no idea what this delivery would entail, but you both felt oddly ready.

He gave a confident thumbs-up, saying,
"Let's do this!"
and you knew it was going to be an unforgettable trip.

⛐

On the road, you were finally
in the driver's seat, trying to keep focus as you handled the van.
The responsibility felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Especially with Daisuke in the passenger seat, chatting away and occasionally throwing in random
"tips" that were more distracting than helpful.

"Now, you probably think it's all about seat belts and mirrors, but that's just the basics. Let me tell you about the real dangers out there."
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a ghost story.

"First rule: if you see a stray dog?
Run.
No, seriously, I once got chased for three blocks by some scruffy mutt that decided my leg looked like a chew toy. Never trust a dog on the delivery route,"
he said, wide-eyed.

You chuckled, trying to tell if he was serious, but he continued without missing a beat.

"Second thing—these van doors? Yeah, they have a mind of their own. They won't open unless
you hit 'em just right,"
he said, rapping his knuckles on the door in a specific spot.

"So if you're ever stuck, give it a whack right here. Don't be gentle;
they like the tough love."
Daisuke straightened up, nodding
as if he were giving life-altering advice.

"Oh, and never forget to check the mirrors... not for safety, but because sometimes Curly's lurking in the parking lot."

"Wait really?"
You asked rather shocked.