Shirts

You sat at the foot of Ace's bed, your back against the wall and your feet hanging off the side, a needle and thread and said man's shirt in your hands. A small pile of other clothes lay at your side.

"You guys are fully capable of sewing your own clothes, so why then do you always make me do it when I come to visit?" you ask as you finish with the shirt and hold it up for inspection.

"Because you are better at it than us," Ace answered from the desk chair. You toss him his shirt and pick up the next article of clothing from the pile, a pair of Marco's pants, and immediately finding the gaping hole in the crotch area. You eye the Devil Fruit user.

"Don't look at me like that, I have no idea how it happened," he replied as he leaned against the wall by Ace.

"If you say so," you tease, but pick out the colored thread that matches.

"My shirt looks great, thanks," Ace said, folding the yellow shirt.

"You're welcome," you reply, your focus on the thread as you try to get it through the needle.

"I'm still surprised you own a shirt," Marco laughed. "Never seen you wear it."

Ace grinned at the older man but said nothing; you on the other hand start laughing.

The two men look at your questioningly.

"It's nothing. I just remember the time when I was told the same thing," you answer, a smile on your lips as you start threading the needle through the pants.

The two Whitebeard pirates look at each other then to you, shock on their faces.