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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?

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( oh, he's definitely not talking about the sky or anything in it, but it's fine if that's how it's going to be interpreted. he's still trying to get a read on sanji; trying to parse what's actually there versus what sanji's attempting to give versus his own feelings he's trying to figure out. because there's definitely a draw here, he just hasn't figured out what kind.

though, he kind of has an idea whenever sanji deigns to look at him and he can feel gooseflesh prickling along the back of his neck and down his arms.

flirting is pretty easy, and if ace is honest, sometimes he doesn't put much effort into it because he knows he's pretty charming. there's some resistance with sanji, though he wishes there wasn't. he also can't tell if there's a double meaning behind his response like there was behind his own question. this is perplexing in a brand new way. )

Nothing wrong with appreciating something new. Sometimes that leads to fun opportunities and a new appreciation for something you may not have considered before.

( a little more blatant? yes. )

sorry about the wait!!!

[hasakick]

[ Wow. Wow.

There's a dim corner of Sanji's mind that appreciates, in a gibbering panic sort of way, that Ace's flirting is deft enough that he has the option of continuing to pretend that they're only talking about the sunset, nothing more. He could, if he wanted, keep that door firmly closed, maintain his status quo. He doesn't have to play this game.

But it would absolutely, unquestionably be pretending, at this point. That much he has to acknowledge, if only to himself. It isn't just the sunset Ace thinks is pretty, and Sanji has absolutely no idea how he feels about that.

(Other than the panic, that is.)

And that's the hardest part. He should know. He should be fully disinterested in having any man, even someone as pleasant as Ace, flirt with him. It should be an easy answer, so easy it can't even be called a decision. If he's not interested in men, then he's just... not interested, right?

Well, in that case, all the denial and self-discipline in the world don't mean shit. The answer isn't easy and, fucking shit, he is interested. Interested enough that even as he panics, he desperately doesn't want Ace to see him panicking, and just as desperately doesn't want the guy to leave. ]

That's... [ Pause. Swallow. Try to work some moisture back into his suddenly very dry mouth. Just the desert air and the need to ration their water, right? ]

That's true. See the world, see new things.

[ Fuck it. Fuck everything. The shitty old man isn't here to cut off his balls if he fails to live up to the geezer's standard of manhood, right?

(Right, but the thought is less bracing than he'd hoped. Some reassurance that he's not making a horribly wrong choice would be welcome. But those dark eyes, gone just a little heavy-lidded and lingering on him, are an invitation he is rapidly losing the strength to resist.

He meets that gaze, pale eyes to dark, and screws up his courage enough to smile, still uncertain but at least welcoming. ]

Get to know new people.

[ By his standards it's barely a flirt. But his voice inflects just a little extra on get to know. ]