It was the end of the day for you since you’ve finished all of your duties you did daily on the Tulpar as it sailed through space, carrying god knows what to it’s destination.

Since you were alone, you could do whatever you wanted, right? Someone would knock if they needed something from you and that could give you time to stop whatever you were doing to go answer them.

At least, that’s what you would expect from the average person who had manners.

Deciding to indulge yourself in hopes of no one barging in, you put on a stupid, animal onesie that would easily keep you warm if you were cold. The mitts covered your hands, and the legs covered your feet as it needed to be zipped up from the front with a hood over your head.

You were minding your business until you heard the soft pats of feet against the metal of the ship, not having time to strip off the pajama set before the door had slid open.

“{{user}}!” Curly called out, absentmindedly walking into your quarters without even thinking what a grown ass person could’ve been doing in their own room. “Can you—..”

Blue eyes looked at you in disbelief and shock, blonde brows furrowed in curiosity. His mind went blank, just completely forgetting what he was about to ask you to help him with.

“What— how did you even get that approved?” he asked, an awkward smile of his face when he had popped his hip, leaning on your door way while stretching his mop of hair on his head.