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**•̩̩͙*˚ ˚𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙** ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 𝚘𝚏.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙. *̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙

⠀ ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜ ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦ ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱ ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶ 𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ 𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀ 🏴‍☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣

࿐ 🍖𝅙𝅙𝅙𝅙𝅙 𝕸𝖚𝖌𝖎𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖆⁀ᰔᩚ@stretchysencho.bsky.social · last yr.

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.

🖤Blue D Tamara🖤@bluedtamara.bsky.social · last yr.

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?"

"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."

Sᵾɍǥɇৎ୭n øf ĐɇȺŧħ@deathsleopard.bsky.social · last yr.

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--"

"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."

Sᵾɍǥɇৎ୭n øf ĐɇȺŧħ@deathsleopard.bsky.social · last yr.

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.

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' >>

𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨@deathshands.bsky.social · last yr.

"Just come out to the kitchen when you're done. . "

"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 >>

𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨@deathshands.bsky.social · last yr.

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.

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 >>

𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨@deathshands.bsky.social · last yr.

some marine officer's. . . office--" His eyes remain soft on his face despite the attempt at a scowl.

Ace waves a and flippantly in a so-so manner. There's manners to swallow first before speaking to avoid talking with his mouth full, "I mean, I'll kinda eat anythin' if ya give it t' me soooo... 's good, honest! Ten outta ten! Would eat again. If that helps ya any on the review." He's not the >>

𝐒 𝐚 𝐧 𝐣 𝐢@diablekicks.bsky.social · last yr.

With the tray now out of his grasp the blonde lets out a soft chuckle, seeming rather happy that the food was being enjoyed. "Yeah? You like it?" He asks as he pulls out one of his cigarettes. "It's nothing too terribly fancy but it's nice to know you're enjoying the food."

The brunette's dumb, little self doesn't put two and two together at what's being offered. It leads to Ace accepting the tray with both hands to claim it all for himself. Two sandwiches already gone and a third shoved into his maw in contentment, "No kiddin'? 'S good shit, by the way. Kinda fancy."

𝐒 𝐚 𝐧 𝐣 𝐢@diablekicks.bsky.social · last yr.

Giving a small smile, Sanji chuckled softly and held the tray out to allow him to take as much as he wanted. "It's nothing too fancy. Just some sandwiches and fruit juice I made myself. It's really refreshing."

Ace perks up like a dog hearing a trigger word as hands pause where they've been fussing with the shoe lace on one boot. Fuck it. Boots can wait when snacks are being offered. A finger pushes the brim of his hat up further to peer from under it with a hum, "For me? Don' mind if I do~"

𝐒 𝐚 𝐧 𝐣 𝐢@diablekicks.bsky.social · last yr.

"Hey [ 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ], can i interest you in a snack?" He asked, holding a tray out and offering a small smile.