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( whatever he was expecting when he hopped up onto luffy's, isn't what he gets. he's a bit surprised to see his crew, but knows that if luffy picked them, that they're likely decent people. if one of them sort of, maybe, for some reason unbeknownst to ace ( at the time, at least ), catches his eye, that's his own business and it's not something he lets his expression betray, either. if he lights the man's cigarette for him just to show off a little, flirt a little, that's his own business. if he follows him into the kitchen under the guise of having that cup of tea, but really he just kind of wants to watch him for some reason, that's also his own business.
there's something about the cook — sanji — that ace likes. he can't say what it really is, but there's some sort of pull to him, a draw that ace hasn't felt before in all of his travels. it's weird, sure, but he can't say he hates it. even though his offer to help is rebuffed, he helps with clean up, regardless of what sanji says. it's the least he can do, plus, he gets to spend more time with him, so it's a pretty good win.
he travels with them for a bit though he doesn't have to; he's just feeling particularly selfish and wants to stick close to him for a little bit longer. there's something about the tone of his voice that digs down deep into ace's chest and settles there. his smiles are bright and it makes ace's chest squeeze whenever he does. when they travel by foot, somehow ( ""somehow"" ) they always wind up beside one another. ace is always there to lend a helping hand to light his cigarettes when needed or light the fire for cooking.
it's late one evening when they're tucked away between some sand dunes and rocks, everyone is fed and bedded down for the evening or heading in that direction. sanji seems to still be awake, so ace nonchalantly saunters over and drops down beside him, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, hands planted behind him to lean on. )
Not cold, are you?
there's something about the cook — sanji — that ace likes. he can't say what it really is, but there's some sort of pull to him, a draw that ace hasn't felt before in all of his travels. it's weird, sure, but he can't say he hates it. even though his offer to help is rebuffed, he helps with clean up, regardless of what sanji says. it's the least he can do, plus, he gets to spend more time with him, so it's a pretty good win.
he travels with them for a bit though he doesn't have to; he's just feeling particularly selfish and wants to stick close to him for a little bit longer. there's something about the tone of his voice that digs down deep into ace's chest and settles there. his smiles are bright and it makes ace's chest squeeze whenever he does. when they travel by foot, somehow ( ""somehow"" ) they always wind up beside one another. ace is always there to lend a helping hand to light his cigarettes when needed or light the fire for cooking.
it's late one evening when they're tucked away between some sand dunes and rocks, everyone is fed and bedded down for the evening or heading in that direction. sanji seems to still be awake, so ace nonchalantly saunters over and drops down beside him, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, hands planted behind him to lean on. )
Not cold, are you?