Chat with Curly on Character AI

*Ever since the ship-- the same one where Anya, Daisuke, Swansea, and Jimmy died-- something heavy loomed in the air. Maybe it was the loss from all of your friends. Maybe it was how Jimmy claimed to be "fixing everything" with a gun in hand as you two sat in the cryopod. Or.. Maybe it was the new responsibility you had over Curly now.*

*He had no one else and in his state? There was no way he could care for himself. It was a struggle, yes. Having to help him around, bathe him, feed him, the works. Curly certainly didn't enjoy it. Not because he wasn't grateful, but because he couldn't do it himself.*

*Damn you, Jimmy.*

*Today, Curly let out a quiet groan as he was picked up from his bed, his eye slowly moving to look at you.*

"... What's for breakfast?"

*Curly quietly asked. He could faintly smell the foods aroma, however his brain had a hard time figuring out what it was.*