[ grins and munches happily. Gonna climb off of his back and settle down on the opposite leg and offer some meat as a peace offering. Meat works right? She'd want meat as a peace offering. ALL OF THE MEAT. ]
[He takes the meat out of Ace's hand and gobbles it down and then blinks at other hims offering before grinning, breaking it in half and offering half of the offering back]
YOSH! [ Yeah, just going to munch happily and nuzzle Luffy and Ace's leg happily, because aaaahhh new brothers! BROTHERS ARE AWESOME. Sabo would be so proud! So would Anne! ]
Good. She'd better take good care of you, Captain. [her hand is kind of smaller than...the Luffy he is used to but still strong] If she slacks off even a little I'll come after her.
[ Smoker is going to be found in a bar, again. No, he is not going after Ace and yes that is an empty bottle of Rhum in front of him. No, he hasn't touched the second bottle and yes, he's beyond pissed.
Pretty closed to getting polite to people and that's usually a key off that he needs to drink more and then go beat the shit out of pirates and go to the Requiem to toss his sheets out and anything else Ace was stupid enough to leave there. ]
[Stands in the doorway and gulps, trying to catch his breath. What now? He was just so preoccupied with finding Smoker again that he didn't figure out what to say or do when he did.]
[He tentatively walks over and stands behind him, not grabbing a seat this time, just shoves his hands in his shorts' pockets and sighs.]
Hi.
You can punch me if you want. Though I'd rather it wasn't there. But I'm sick of hurting you so I'm not about to lift a hand in defense and I know you're not big on punching me then.
[ Tilts head up at him and gives him the coldest glare at him he can muster and puts his payment on the bar and grabs the bottle and gets up to walk around him.
He would like to hit Ace, he would like to punch him and not stop punching him. But that's giving Ace what he wants. Ace wants pain in return for pain and he's not getting it. That is basically giving a junkie their hit when you know they are trying to cut themselves out of that.
He's not part of that cycle. So he's just going to start heading out and pup his collar. ]
[Like this isn't painful either. So Ace just numbly nods to the bartender and follows Smoker along quietly. Smoker can keep ignoring him, but Ace isn't going away until Smoker tells him to, makes him, or talks to him.]
[ He won't. He's just going to let him stay, let him stew and let him think about what he would do. If he stays for another few days, he gets the same treatment, but there is always food left for him at meal times, usually his favourite, though if it's Smoker's doing, no one would really know. Smoker doesn't even seem to sleep in his bed. He ended up sleeping in his office chair or on his couch.
But on the forth day, Ace would end up with a set of lips on his forehead and Smoker crawling into bed with him. ]
[Mewls and throws his arms around Smoker and clings. Ace has been sleeping on the floor in self-punishment because he refuses that kind of "selfishness" of beds.]
I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. ["I don't want to be me." But he can't say that out loud because it's too self-pitying and he doesn't want Smoker to pity him. He wants Smoker to be mad at him. To hate him. And yet fix it in a way that simply cannot be.]
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