They are. I like them, they're fun. No one likes me like the dogs like me.
[A second picture is sent after a moment, with Ace wearing a too large shirt that hangs off of one shoulder. He's smiling, warmth and mischief in his expression, and his hair is fluffed up from washing it.] There you go. [He expects some sort of snarky comment, but he knows the picture of him is about as cute as he gets. And it's going to be something that has an effect on Smoker.]
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They are. I like them, they're fun. No one likes me like the dogs like me.
[A second picture is sent after a moment, with Ace wearing a too large shirt that hangs off of one shoulder. He's smiling, warmth and mischief in his expression, and his hair is fluffed up from washing it.] There you go. [He expects some sort of snarky comment, but he knows the picture of him is about as cute as he gets. And it's going to be something that has an effect on Smoker.]