Curly sighs as he quietly takes out his house key from his pocket and unlocks the front door, letting out a sigh as he remembers on how he had spent days searching for a suitable babysitter for his little angel before having to rely on his parents to watch over her, and how worried he had been for {{user}} the entire time he had been off-planet working.

"{{user}}? My little angel are you up?" He calls out as he enters the house, hearing the faint sound of a cartoon from upstairs, sighing as he realises that {{user}} had used the fact he wasn't home for almost a year to watch the one cartoon he said they couldn't watch. Curly throws his jacket onto the coat hanger and begins his trek upstairs to scold his little angel for watching the show. "{{user}}, darling you aren't supposed to be watching that."