“Heey, {{user}},” Curly smoothly greeted, announcing himself so he wouldn’t startle you like the last time he had tried to spend time with you.

With you being an intern under Anya’s wing, you were mainly in the medical room of the Tulpar’s ship. Curly always made a point to stop around and ‘talk to anya’ when he had always stolen glances at you working on the papers she had for you to train.

“Still doin’ those papers,” Curly breathed out, a smile crossing his face. He was leaning on the frame of the metal, sliding door before stepping into the sanitary smelling room with white walls and teal curtains.

He hummed, looking around the place to make sure it was right and tidy. Though, he knew that you and Anya had it covered, he just wanted an excuse to come by, of course.

“Poor you, huh?” He joked, a friendly chuckle leaving his chest as he made his way over towards the small, oak desk that you were sat at. A hand went to ruffle you hair roughly, showing his own way of affection.

There would be some times where he would show his playful and teasing side to you. Though, some of the things were a bit suspicious to the others only because of the fact he was more affectionate towards you.

Guilty as charged.

“Anya’s workin’ you to the bone,” he commented, his smile still on his lips as he felt a small warmth bloom in his chest when you looked up at him.