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offirefists.bsky.social
Ace's spoon is on the move for another mouthful to chew thoughtfully while his free hand brushes off the flecks of food he'd taken his impromptu nap in.

"Fried rice. 'S good if you're lookin' t' get somethin' t' eat." He muses back, having not cobbled enough manners to not talk while eating.
bluedtamara.bsky.social
The assassin was just in the tavern for a quick drink, having completed a commission recently. Now, she was just hoping for some peace and quiet. Well- that was until the other pirate made eye contact with her and talked

"Soft? What's soft?"
offirefists.bsky.social
@bluedtamara.bsky.social

You haven't really lived till you've taken a hearty nap in a bed of fresh fried rice. It's the waking up part that Ace would do without, grumbling and coughing softly as he blinks sleepily.

And makes eye contact with the person at the table next to his own.

"'S soft..."
offirefists.bsky.social
"Magic!" He punctuates the word with a single shimmering spark of flames from one hand. "Regardless, I kinda need the good ole' Surgeon of Death if that's peachy? Medical issues if ya can believe it. Like I said 'm good for the money if 's what y'all want as payment."
deathsleopard.bsky.social
Jean's eyebrows raise, confused until Ace called out.

"... Portgas D. Ace?!" Jeans eyes are wide. He looks down with both hands holding the rails on either side of him.

"I was at Marinford with the rest. How--"
offirefists.bsky.social
"Heyo~" Ace calls out with zero shame and a two finger salute that has him knocking his hat back just enough to glance up where he's still bobbing around on Striker in the sea.

"Your captain in? 'Ve heard some rumors and I kinda need a house call? I can pay ya if 's what ya want."
offirefists.bsky.social
"Heyo~" Ace calls out with zero shame and a two finger salute that has him knocking his hat back just enough to glance up where he's still bobbing around on Striker in the sea.

"Your captain in? 'Ve heard some rumors and I kinda need a house call? I can pay ya if 's what ya want."
deathsleopard.bsky.social
It wasn't long before someone came to the door from the observation room.

The door swings open, a massive man by the name of Jean Bart charges out to "greet" Ace.
offirefists.bsky.social
@deathsleopard.bsky.social

After cheating his own death at Marineford in a fiery explosion that left the world wondering if Portgas (Gol) D Ace was alive still or not. Years of playing rogue and keeping low are what further kept Ace alive.

Alive, but not unscathed from that moment.

Trafalgar >>
offirefists.bsky.social
@bluedtamara.bsky.social

You haven't really lived till you've taken a hearty nap in a bed of fresh fried rice. It's the waking up part that Ace would do without, grumbling and coughing softly as he blinks sleepily.

And makes eye contact with the person at the table next to his own.

"'S soft..."
offirefists.bsky.social
hand reaches out to knock on the metal hull. Ace knows he's giving himself away. That's the point. To be found. As he waits to see what comes with literally knocking on a hornet's nest, so to speak.

"Anyone hooooome~?"
offirefists.bsky.social
Law proves to be just as annoying to track down as some rumors said about the heart captain. Tracking a submarine a pain in ways Ace couldn't explain, but spotting the things docked? Whelp! No reason to reject a gift.

He finds it easy enough to sidle up to the side of the ship on Striker as a >>
offirefists.bsky.social
@deathsleopard.bsky.social

After cheating his own death at Marineford in a fiery explosion that left the world wondering if Portgas (Gol) D Ace was alive still or not. Years of playing rogue and keeping low are what further kept Ace alive.

Alive, but not unscathed from that moment.

Trafalgar >>
offirefists.bsky.social
moth

i've lost any and all starters i was gonna do with the rush of irl things by all means feel welcome to hop on anything i toss out
offirefists.bsky.social
already working away at his own belt buckle. The clinking of the metal sounding in the room as Ace, shameless as ever, gets his shorts even more loose and pauses just long enough to reach down and weasel from his boots.

"Still usin' that same shampoo?"
offirefists.bsky.social
back some serious deja'vu."

Though the last and first time they had met, formally, Ace had sure invited himself in for that hot shower when the Tang had been docked.

This time there was at least permission. If not Law demanding Ace get cleaned up from being the feral man he was.

Fingers are >>
offirefists.bsky.social
Law escapes before Ace's own fingers can tangle up with tattooed ones. There's the smallest of pouts on his face, silently grumpy. He hadn't even gotten to swing their arms all childish and dramatic before any of the chew to embarrass the captain.

"A bath in your shower? Now this is bringin' >>
deathshands.bsky.social
"Just come out to the kitchen when you're done. . "
offirefists.bsky.social
into the belly of the Polar Tang with Law's hand still on him to keep him from being sidetracked. Smart enough to not try and shake it off either.
offirefists.bsky.social
purposeful bite of his tongue to drag out the word.

At least hot water was a promise and his doctor wouldn't let him drown in the tub.

"Uhhhh... I had sea king meat ummm... few days ago? Somethin' like that. They're a pain t' catch n' cook tho."

Something indeed as Ace's boots lead him deeper >>
offirefists.bsky.social
fight the light manhandling, however, as he's herded along like the annoying patient he was known to be at times. Not as bad as some, but he lived with the logic of 'I burn hot enough t' avoid infections, 's fine.' to probably be comfortable with Law's standards.

"Bathhh." Ace repeats with a >>
offirefists.bsky.social
Ace snorts, "That was an innocent snail, doctor!" Yet his smile blooms to a mess of teeth that shouldn't be finding amusement in the demise of a poor den den mushi, but there's some humor to be found in putting the snail's life over his own in concern.

Or something like that.

Ace doesn't >>
deathshands.bsky.social
the hatch to the ship, "Come on--"

His gaze now was reproachful, with just a hint of amusement, "I'll look you over for any infected wounds, your fruit seems to take care of it for the most part I think. . but first, a bath-- and food. I'm assuming you haven't eaten in two days. . three. .?"
offirefists.bsky.social
became his strange and wandering primary care doctor, Ace has been hard pressed to deny the surgeon much when it comes to medical care.

"...Fell asleep at sea... didn' fall in, but sure knocked the poor mushi in and yeah... RIP Shelly. Didn't deserve that none, but saltwater and snails... yeah."
offirefists.bsky.social
"I meannnn... ain't gonna say no t' food, you know me. And I figure gettin' a physical with my doc is probably on the itinerary regardless so. But 've been good. Mostly."

Fleeting eyes that wander with a bit of guilt, knowing he's caught, but after Law pretty much helped him out and somehow >>
deathshands.bsky.social
and others at that.

". . are your organs all in their rightful places-- do I need to look them over, or will food and bed suffice. . "

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips while grey eyes look over his face, his chest and arms for signs of any grave injuries.
offirefists.bsky.social
a good ninety percent of the time!"

Ace isn't pouting, he's not, even as freckled cheeks twist and lips purse, "...'m not the best at observation haki anyways so it wasn't like i was gonna just pick ya outta the ocean t' find ya faster."

A pause.

"...mighta uh... lost my den den mushi too."
offirefists.bsky.social
Ace startles a bit, surprised at the reception he's getting, because honestly it's not the direction he was expecting from the doctor.

"Uhhhhhhh I mean I said I was gonna go check some things out, 's not like it was a secret when we last parted? And you try huntin' down a ship that's underwater >>
deathshands.bsky.social
some marine officer's. . . office--"

His eyes remain soft on his face despite the attempt at a scowl.
offirefists.bsky.social
"Yanno, I knew ya talked t' yourself a lot but waxin' poetic t' the sea's a new one." That certain voice drawls back with a grunt, Ace working on hauling Striker up to lash it securely against the Polar Tang.

"Then again... least the sea'll listen. Kinda. Mebbe. Sorta."
deathshands.bsky.social
alright so i'm afraid he doesn't like me like i like him, i'm afraid he doesn't love me or desire me the way i crave his touch and his gaze

i'm afraid
and i would rather die afraid than be faced with the fact that i'm pre-disposed to being obsessed with him and he is pre-disposed to running away
offirefists.bsky.social
moth

holidays have kept me busy i'll get to things within the next few days
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