[Somehow this just makes him want to play up the act more so he can stay in power here. Nope, not affected by what Smoker said personally, stick with the game, stick with the game.] Well, you'd better be ready to show me all of that again. I'm not gonna settle for less, and if you want me to be good boy and keep my legs closed until you're ready? I need a promise of all that good and more.
[Ace's voice is suddenly breathy, he sounds aroused, and he's going to make it so that Smoker can't ignore him or use that damn bolt to distract himself.] And tonight, when I'm done with work, I'm gonna practice for you. Get used to the feeling of having something inside of me. I'm gonna think about what you said, what you used to do to me, and I'm gonna-[There's the sound of a door slamming open, and Marco can be heard barging in, something about fireworks might be able to be sounded out from the overruling noise of Ace freaking the fuck out.
Ace scrambles and shuts off the phone, sliding off of his bed as he does so. Fuck. That wasn't how it was supposed to end. Point to Smoker, this round.]
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[And fuck the justice scales, there's another set of UN-justice scales. One side is Portgas fingering himself, the other side is Smoker using his smoke on Faye.]
[He should...]
[Something.]
[A drink.]
[He is going to drink until he can't see straight.]
[Because there is no way he trusts himself to sleep.]
[Keep his legs closed...]
[Smoker just shakes his head.]
[He shouldn't want to kill anyone else who notices Portgas sexually. It was inevitable. Someone always did and would, and Portgas could have anyone.]
[His head's spinning and he hasn't even drunken much yet. Time to get blitzed.]
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Ace scrambles and shuts off the phone, sliding off of his bed as he does so. Fuck. That wasn't how it was supposed to end. Point to Smoker, this round.]
lmfao don't be // NOT HERE / EXPOSITION / REACTION
[Smoker is so red.]
[And trying to weigh scales of justice in head.]
[And fuck the justice scales, there's another set of UN-justice scales. One side is Portgas fingering himself, the other side is Smoker using his smoke on Faye.]
[He should...]
[Something.]
[A drink.]
[He is going to drink until he can't see straight.]
[Because there is no way he trusts himself to sleep.]
[Keep his legs closed...]
[Smoker just shakes his head.]
[He shouldn't want to kill anyone else who notices Portgas sexually. It was inevitable. Someone always did and would, and Portgas could have anyone.]
[His head's spinning and he hasn't even drunken much yet. Time to get blitzed.]