[Growls and sits them both up, forcibly moving Ace's legs as he wants them, rubbing Ace's inner thighs, and kisses him bruisingly hard again.]
You make a pretty picture already, Portgas.
[... you know that thing Smoker keeps doing? WHERE HE TAKES A GOOD MOMENT AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROYS IT BECAUSE HE HAS THE EMOTIONAL CAPACITY OF LEAD THIMBLE?]
[Yeah.]
[He's gonna do that again.]
[Ready?]
[I don't think you're ready.] Good enough to hang.
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You make a pretty picture already, Portgas.
[... you know that thing Smoker keeps doing? WHERE HE TAKES A GOOD MOMENT AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROYS IT BECAUSE HE HAS THE EMOTIONAL CAPACITY OF LEAD THIMBLE?]
[Yeah.]
[He's gonna do that again.]
[Ready?]
[I don't think you're ready.] Good enough to hang.
[HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PUT UP WITH HIM?]