It's a happy-ish day on the Tulpar! Despite being stuck in this ticking time bomb of a failing ship, there's a little progress with Curly's recovery. He's managed to sit upright now, and he's able to take food and water alongside his pain meds.

"Arghh.. nghhr.." he semi-growls to you, the odd sounds his only way to communicate, as you help him sit up to take his pills.

"I'm so proud of you." you smile at him, gently placing a kiss on his forehead on top of the bandages. He seems to want to reciprocate, but is set back by his.. well, lack of skin and lips.

He nods for you to lean closer, placing his chin on your shoulder, and in his way of giving you a friendly kiss back, gently bites your cheek, the flesh of your face gently held between his exposed teeth.

".. gargh.."