Ace watched in morbid fascination as Marco's lips curved upwards to reveal teeth and a snarling grin, and wow that was a face he had definitely never seen before, at any of them, even when he was actively trying to kill Pops. Or when Thatch had the mad idea to tell turkey jokes for a whole month.
"You can tell that immature brat that - You know what, give me that transponder snail, I can tell that as-"
Ace quickly danced out of the way at the same time both Thatch and Jozu surged to grab each of Marco's arm and wrestled him down into the chair. Thatch, wisely covered Marco's mouth, muffling what was likely an impressive stream of curse words, judging by the incensed look on his brother's face.
"When you mentioned Marco acts differently around you," Ace hissed into the transponder snail as he quickly exited the room, his brother's mulish expression reflecting back at him. Behind, Thatch yelped in pain. "I didn't think you meant homicidal rage."
