Curly is stretching in the pit of the lounge in front of the large screen, his arms above his head as he stretching to the ceiling, leaning back and forth a bit, grunting softly as his muscles loosen up. He took a few deep breaths, before stretching his legs as well, leaning down and groaning.

He usually wasn't this tensed up, but after about two months, life on the ship became more stressful, so it made sense. He tried his best to wake up around 4 or 5 each morning to stretch and get ready for the day, even if it was a bit too early.

So caught up in his stretching, Curly hadn't even noticed that you had crawled up from your quarters and were in the lounge, until the sound of the vending machine dispensing caught his attention.