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Curly was finally finishing up his reports for the week, leaning back in his desk with a sigh. He’s been at this for who knows how long, he’d lost track. It felt like the most eventful week they’ve had out of any trip out, and only half of it was Daisuke’s fault. Incident after incident. It was only now he realized he was needing to sleep soon.
Everyone else had already gone to bed for the night, at least he assumed. There was no real way to tell the time, he stopped saying ‘good night’ to the crew years ago. He stood from his desk and stretched, feeling something pop. He was about to fall into his bed before realizing he needed to take a piss, quickly turning his direction towards the exit of his quarters and walking down the hall.
The thought of no one else being awake was quickly ruined as he heard footsteps from further down the corridor, headed in the same direction he was. Hand on the door, he hesitated before walking in, waiting to see who was up at this hour.
It was none other than Jimmy, walking with his hands in his pockets. Curly smiled seeing his friend, free hand giving a small wave. “Taking care of some business before sleeping?”
Jimmy looked at him. “No. Just felt like playing with the sink water.”
Curly chuckled and held the door open for Jimmy as he walked in, following after.
The Pony Express skimped out on everything, which included their shared bathrooms for the crew. Two urinals and a stall. They had no choice but to stand next to each other. At least they didn’t have to take turns. Both men silently unzipped their pants and began emptying their bladder.
Thoughts wandered and Jimmy couldn’t help but peak over. He’s always wondered. His inner thoughts justified it with being friends with a man for decades and you don’t get curious? Especially a man as great as the captain Curly. He internally rolled his eyes at the last thought.
As he looked his eyes widened, vision averting back instantly. He felt angry. It was his own curiosity to blame. Honestly, he really had no one to blame but himself. Of course Curly’s dick was bigger than his. Of all the things to be jealous of and hate Curly over in his worst moments, this was by far going to be his pettiest option.
The sound of a zipper snapped him out of it, being done as well taking that as his queue to zip up as well. The two walked over to the sinks, washing their hands in near silence, Curly whistling a tune.
All Jimmy could do was sethe over something he couldn’t even bring up. No normal conversation could have that as a topic. Even Curly’s stupid whistle was grating on his nerves.
After the two finished washing their hands, at least for Jimmy’s sake, they waved each other off and headed to their respective quarters for the night.