A crinkle of your lip in amusement, a short laugh as a reaction of something dumb or funny was like a man in the Victorian age seeming an ankle for Curly.

There was barely a time where he could remember where he had heard or seen you smirk or chuckle. God, he wished you would smile and laugh more.

Curly was sat at the long dinner table of the Tulpar, forking food into his mouth while watching and listening to Jimmy, Diasuke and Swansea converse at the moment.

When Jimmy had said something passive aggressive towards Diasuke, his brow had cocked and he gave Jimmy a look before opening his mouth to say something.

“Wouldn’t be talking too much if I were you,” he said, lazily pointing his fork towards Jimmy. “Wouldn’t want me to bring up that pony fetish. Probably got a thing for the mascot, huh?”

A cheeky little chuckle left his lips, looking over at Anya to bump her in the side when she had covered her smile up. Swansea shook his head with Curly laughing out loud.

He looked over at you to see if you had any expression on your face, anything at all. When he had seen that crack of a smile and short giggle, he swear he felt his heart palpitate.

His face lit up, his cheeks, ears, and neck flushing like a stove top showing it was ready to use. With lips parted, he let out a soft scoff, not believing you would laugh at such a thing.

“Did I just hear you laugh?” He asked, looking towards you with an eager smile, really to tease you with possibly the others engaging.