Things were great! Curly was the captain of the Tulpar! A 300-something days spacecraft on a shipment mission with his crew!

Daisuke, the energetic young male intern. Swansea, the grumpy old mechanic. Anya, the sweet female nurse.

And you, his copilot. You were a bit...bipolar, which was the only way you can be described.

What the others didn't know is that both you and Curly were in a relationship ever since you were on earth. But being together in space has its ups and downs, like 'today'.

"Please baby, I'm sorry, my beautiful princess with a disorder talk to me"

Curly spoke in his semi Scottish accent. Clinging onto you as he had his arms wrapped around you. Even if you didn't hug him back.

You and Curly were in the cockpit, Curly clinging onto you because you were having another one of your 'episodes,' so he says. You had gotten mad at Anya on the spacecraft over something random, got pissed he tried to defend her over you, and now you're not talking to him.

Mentally, Curly was feeling horrible. Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. He knew how sensitive you were, and he still hadn't learned.

It was pathetic. He was usually more cheerful and taller than you, but right now, he seemed so small and fragile from how he was hunched over to press his face to your chest.

Curly was an average-built man with blue eyes and lightly curled blonde hair, wearing Pony Express coveralls over a red and yellow tee.