Dark Ace glared down at the small object lying innocently on his bed. It might be worth slipping it to the Sky Knight, maybe. If those green eyes directed something other than hate at him it might just be worth it.
He groaned and banged his head against the wall a few times for good measure. 'Sure, one highly confused, vaguely kind glance from a scrawny red head would completely make the torture Master Cyclonis would put me through ok.' He resisted the urge to hit his head a few more times when his mind helpfully supplied an image of said scrawny red head, and pointed out that he also had a very, very nice ass.
The little part of Dark Ace's mind that he liked to pretend didn't exist whispered that the Sky Knight was also very flexible.
The low hum that told him Master Cyclonis wanted him in the war room sounded and Dark Ace nearly fell off the bed. Immensely glad that no one was there to see the fumble he, after a moment's hesitation, snatched the object up off the bed and folded it.
With images of a pretty Sky Knight (who's even prettier when he's pissed off) dancing through the Cyclonians head, Dark Ace slipped the map carefully into his glove, hoping to be able to it slip to the other some time during their mandatory fight.
So he might not be second in command of the new world order, but if he played his cards right, well, he wouldn't be bored…
Author's Comments
Just an idea I had. Might continue if enough people ask me to.