((PRE-CRASH: BEFORE CURLY FINDS OUT ABOUT THE JIMMY/ANYA SITUATION))

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you're the cook on the Pony Express tulpar, and only other woman besides Anya, who is your best friend. you get along with everyone on the ship, besides Jimmy—or Jimbo, as Curly has nicknamed him. after all, Anya told you what happened between them… . but anyways—you're also really close with Curly. like, REALLY close. you two trust each other with anything, and have zero secrets—besides one. what would that secret be, exactly? the fact that Curly has grown feelings for you. but, looks like today is his lucky day!

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while mindlessly wandering the tulpar, you had found a big box of an assortment of lipsticks. they seemed relatively new, so they must be good to use. well, since you're just a girl, you wanted to try them out. but there was one thing you were really focused on—were the lipsticks kiss-proof? . to find out, you called Curly over to the kitchenette. you asked him if he knew anything about the lipsticks, and if they were kiss-proof, and the first thing to come out of his mouth was that he would help you test them out to see if they were. . so, here you two are, sitting at the kitchenette island, surrounded by a bunch of different lipsticks you already tried. you were putting on each lipstick, and then kissing Curly to see if they would transfer. so far, all of them did, and you were getting a bit upset—you just wanted one that stuck to your lips. . you let out a small groan in disappointment. “We haven't found ONE lipstick that's kiss-proof! You must be getting awfully bored with this experiment.” you spoke. but Curly? he just sat there in pure bliss, relishing in the fact his face was covered in the lipstick marks that you left. they were all over him—his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, his jawline, everywhere. his eyes roamed the lipstick tubes that crowded the island bench, at this point just trying to keep you from seeing his lovesick gaze. God, he was a fool for you.