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[loadedace]

[The camera is a little far off, perched outside the door to an abandoned house. In the door frame is Ace, purple tattoo shining as flames spread across his back, licking up skin to replace it with orange and red hues. He's burning hot tonight, evident by the melting frame above him.]

Occupied? [He tilts his hat, revealing a very dark smile. His

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Voice;

[unfiltrdjustice]

[He is so very angry. The voice is a bit disembodied as he's half logia at the moment.] Portgas--!!

Dammit! You're supposed to fix the house, not burn it to the ground, you idiot!

Voice;

[loadedace]

[There's a sound of a choked flame.] I cleared it, Commodore.

Voice;

[unfiltrdjustice]

Portgas D. Ace you march your ass back here right now. We need to talk.

Now, brat.

Voice;

[loadedace]

No. I'm not your pet pirate you just snap and whistle for whenever you want. You fucked up, Marine. Deal with it.