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hey, thanks! // ace & croc.

“Wait.” Crocodile commands gruffly, grabbing the collar of Ace’s sweater with his hook. “Making dinner. It’s cold. Come have a drink.”

He lets go of the collar, not bothering to hold the door for Ace. The gift seemed to have sparked something in him, though he wouldn’t admit it even to himself and tried with all he had to stomp it out. Call it a ghost of who he used to be, back when he was Ace’s age, some bond he’d never dare voice. He justified it with the fact that even at his stature and age, he still didn’t know how much pasta to cook for just one person.

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Sweater ruined.

Good thing he was wearing it as a joke; although, he’s not sure if Crocodile is privy to the irony in donning the garment. He feels a bit bad, like he might’ve guilted Crocodile into it ... But on second thought, he figures the Shichibukai probably wouldn’t succumb to feelings of guilt.

So he did this completely of his own volition.

It couldn’t make Ace’s grin wider as he traipses into Crocodile’s house for the very second time. He takes off his boots and follows him inside more.

He pointedly does not tease him for the gesture of inviting him in, though part of him wants to. The bigger part of him is just grateful for the company; a couple of the commanders had set sail, leaving him feeling lonely again.

He hates feeling lonely.

So he goes, “Thanks, Sir. Even if you put a giant hole in my sweater.”

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grumpy old man.

#ace time >:-)

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hehe.

#he humored me.#ace time >:-)

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hey, thanks! // ace & croc.

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Raising an eyebrow, Crocodile scans him up and down, as if trying to find a visible ulterior motive. “Uh… huh.”

Nonetheless, he accepts the gift, his giant, ring-adorned hand dwarfing the box. “Sweets?” he grumbles, his voice colored with a tinge of sleepiness. He looks down at Ace with eyes that speak of derision, but in his stomach was a mixture of confusion and, somewhere in there, cautious happiness at the foreign gesture.

He didn’t often receive holiday gifts, having no real family or friends, other than subordinates. If asked, he’d almost certainly say he preferred it that way, and it wasn’t exactly a /lie/, but the loneliness did pull at him sometimes, especially during this season of generosity or whatever. For the most part, he regarded it as sentimental nonsense, some cultural obligation to pretend to not be selfish for a month or so. Every creature on this planet only lives to benefit themselves, get themselves ahead. The smartest and most merciless are the ones that thrive, and attempting to hide that fact was pointless to him. But he couldn’t help but feel something warm when he held the box in his hand, and he resented it with every fiber of his being.

“Are you going to leave now.”

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Embarrassment and shame makes itself known, but he doesn’t let on at all. He just nods at the question.

“I figured everyone needs to eat, and even if you’re grumpy and soulless there’s no way you don’t like blondies.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect after actually handing off the box, come to think of it. What would be the common thing to do, just send him away as Crocodile is ( though he’s doing it rudely ) or invite him in? Ace chews on his lip some and nods.

“Seems like you don’t want me here, so good night, Sir.” he tells him, “I hope your holidays are nice if I don’t see you before then.”

He shoots him another smile and turns to leave.

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marco didn’t understand why i found the soil chart so funny and i couldn’t even explain, so i --- again --- looked like an idiot.

#thatch laughed though.#ace time >:-)

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The sound of a rap on the door awakes him from the beginnings of a fine mid-afternoon slumber, and Crocodile groans. Can a pirate get any sleep without being interrupted by one rapscallion or another? He grunts, braces himself on his luxury recliner, and lumbers to the door, his expression hard and altogether unenthused.

Turning the knob, he sees his very least favorote rascal of all, Ace, all dolled up in the ugliest holiday-themed sweater he’d ever seen. “Jesus, brat, what.”

The younger man looked like some kind of grandmother, more than two feet shorter than Crocodile, with that same sort of freckled, impish (read: shit-eating) grin as always. He hadn’t pegged Ace for the holiday type, let alone the… baking type?

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Ace pulls a face at the greeting — not that he can expect anything else. He doesn’t know Crocodile very well at all, but he does know that he’s incredibly irate just about 100% of the time. He holds the face but briefly, fixing a wry grin to his lips that seems a lot more genuine.

“I wanted to say thanks for the other day, you know? And sorry for getting all dirty on you.” he offers the box, “So, here. I don’t do this for people, really, so I hope its okay.”

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hey, thanks! // ace & croc.

Its so weird for a young pirate like Ace to have any modicum of manners, really, even if he doesn’t always employ them. But he considers himself with that barely-there semblance of class, and subsequently comes to Sir Crocodile’s door. With a gift-wrapped box of blondies he’d baked himself.

Its a bit of a sappy gesture, but he figures said gesture would say a couple things --- thank you for feeding me, sorry for being so invasive the other day, happy holidays.

Some part of him wonders if Crocodile hates the holidays.

He just seems like a man who would, but he wouldn’t want to assume. Still, he takes a deep breath in and brings his knuckles down on the front door.

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a dodgeball would literally go right through me.

#i win.#ace time >:-)#and it'd burn.#wrekt.

yeah sorry you’re all going down if dodgeball happens. : ~ )

#ace time >:-)

haoshoku haki is also pretty badass, though. making people who are weaker than me just pass the fuck out.

#ace time >:-)

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#selfies #gif

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What’s a zoan user? ;O;

Well, I have these things that look a little like tentacles that can come out of my lower back to slice and stab things. But if I really go crazy, the cells that compose that weaponry mutates all over – that’s when I get centipede legs, eyes, and a whole lot crazier.

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zoan is a type of devil fruit --- it allows you to turn into a type of animal or even mythical creature, usually in full and a hybrid form between full and human.

damn, ok. not a zoan user, then, but that sounds fucking nuts. i can’t imagine having powers contingent on craziness.

#encentipedia #ace time >:-)