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[daienkai_entei]

Ace stared at the computer screen for a moment before hastily typing in a reply and then shutting the lap top. He unfolded his legs and scurried to the nearest porthole, opening it and looking out over the ocean. "Smoker? You there?" he whispered to the night air, wincing a bit at his now alto voice. That was going to take some getting used to.

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[justicesmoked]

There was a thick groan from the ocean below. The sea licked at the hull of a small ship, which was now bobbing dangerously close to Sunny's edge. On the side, painted plainly, was the word MARINE.

But the letters slowly disappeared as thick rolls of silver slid across the small skiff. In an instant, coils of the stuff billowed out, roaring in a burst of unbridled energy. And said bundle of coils quickly smacked into the floor boards of the next room, dragging with them a rope. Sheets spilled out onto the floor as fingers materialized from the mass, quickly knotting the skiff to a solid surface.

A second later, and the smoke roiled, twisting and curving upwards. It sucked back in on itself before reshaping and forming into that of a very tight-knotted Commodore. Upon his belt were the usual suspects, save with the addition of a good pair of seastone cuffs.

[daienkai_entei]

Ace stumbled back from the porthole, a bit surprised. Really, he should have seen it coming, but he was a little out of his element that night. He gave Smoker the once over and tensed. His hands went the the dangerously low sitting shorts that were really more like capris now. His fingers fiddled with the belt loops and his bottom lip was pulled between teeth. Chocolate eyes stared at Smoker and Ace's face was a mix of confusion, pain and nervousness.

"So... What did you want?

[justicesmoked]

Smoker grunted, stuck two lengths of tobacco into his mouth and grabbed a light. He coaxed the flames to the tips, igniting them and inhaling sharply after. A click later, and the lighter was gone, back into his jacket

[daienkai_entei]

Ace hastily reached for the bag and held it tight to his chest. He listened to Smoker speak and a knot of something clenched in his stomach. The bag slipped from suddenly nervous fingers and fell to the floor with a plop.

He caught the jacket and stared at it for a moment before balling it up and throwing it at the back of Smoker's head. "Get out." his voice trembled and jumped up an octave. "Get the fuck out, right now." His voice was louder and a bit stronger as he spoke again. "You have no right to prance in here all high and mighty and call me a slut. So get the fuck out right now."

He stalked angrily over to the bench and sat facing the aquarium, away from Smoker. "And if you're going to stay that way then don't bother coming back, bastard."