To everyone still following this fic, thank you so much for your patience! So sorry if this one is really short but technically, i'm still on holiday. But i'm preparing for a pretty big update once i'm back so… might as well!
Also, yes, this is just the part 1.
Hope you'd enjoy!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:12]: Zoro
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Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:12]: *Zoro
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:13]: Zoooorooo
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Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:16]: I'll strt splling ur full name if u don't answer
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Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:17]: *O
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:17]: N
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:18]: O
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:18]: LUFFY STOP BLOWING MY PHONE UP STUPID
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:19]: When r u getting hr?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:19]: I'M DYING
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:20]: ?! You're in trouble?!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:19]: YES! I'M SO BORED!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:19]: WE'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 2 HOURS!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:20]:[IMG_ ]
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:21]: …Why are you sending me a pic of your brother pantless?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:21]: Ace dragged me out f bed and kept trying on all of these pants
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:22]: He cnt make up hs mind its been 2 hours
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:22]: Wr now stuck between pants that makes his thighs look thick, pants that makes his legs look longer and pants that makes his butt look bigger
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:22]: I DON'T KNOW WHY ANY OF THAT MATTER?! THEY'RE ALL PANTS!
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:23]: I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PANTS AND YOUR BROTHER'S ASS
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:23]: Your house is really hard to find, did you move again?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:24]: NO WE DON'T! YOU'RE LOST AGAIN?! YOU'VE BEEN COMING TO THIS HOUSE FOR YEARS!
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:25]: SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR ALWAYS MOVING
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:25]: WE NEVER MOVED!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:25]: Oh good, crisis averted. Ace fnly decided on the pants that makes his butt look big.
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:25]: CAN WE PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER'S ASS
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:27]: CRISIS IS NOT AVERTED! I REPEAT, CRISIS IS NOT AVERTED!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:27]: HE'S NOW MOVING TO UNDERWEAR WHY WOULD IT MATTER IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE'S GOING TO SEE IT
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:28]: Rgt?
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:28]: I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR BROTHER'S UNDERWEAR
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:29]: WELL I HAVE TO LOOK AT THEM HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:29]: Whn r u gtting here?! H A L P
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:30]: Why did he suddenly want your help in dressing himself anyway
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:30]: Why did he even think you can help
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:31]: Cuz he's going to the film award thing with Pineapple Guy. His manager can't come with him on last mnt and he asked Ace. He's been on a frenzy since ytd.
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:32]: HEY RUED :(
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:33]: If Sabo or Nami's not around, your entire wardrobe will only consist of capris and vest, you're not exactly the pinnacle of fashion.
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:34]: What does pineapple has to do with fashion?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:34]: Or do you mean like Pineapple guy should be the one doing this instead of me cuz i totally agr
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:35]: OH MY GOD HE'S TAKING OUT THONGS AND G-STRINGS WHY DID HE HAVE THOSE?! WHY ARE THEY SO TINY?! WHAT ARE THEY COVERING?!
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:36]: WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME ALL OF THIS I DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE KIND OF SHIT YOUR BROTHER WEARS
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:37]: THEN SAVE ME
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:38]: FINE HANG IN THERE I'M COMING
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:38]: by the way, your address is 56 Furdam Avenue, right?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:38]: ? THAT'S THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:39]: MY ADDRESS IS 56 FOOSHA AVENUE
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:40]: OH FUCK
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:40]: THIS MAP'S FUCKING USELESS
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:40]: IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR PUTTING THE WRONG ADDRESS STUPIIIIID! IT'LL TAKE YOU AN HOUR TO GET HERE!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:41]: I'M DOOMED!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [08:42]: EW ACE HAS A SEE THROUGH G STRING WHY IS IT SEE THROUGH?! YOU CAN ALREADY SEE EVERYTHING!
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [08:43]: STOP DESCRIBING YOU BROTHER'S UNDERWEARS I DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE KIND OF SHIT HE'S INTO
The melodious synthetic tune from his headphones did little to actually distract Ace from the burden of stares that's practically emanating from everywhere around him. In the years since he became famous out of the underground scene and to the mainstream, there has never been a moment where he was so aware that nearly everyone inside of the bus was staring at him, and he already wore every piece of his best disguise.
He used to be so good at disguising himself within the crowd, what went wrong today?
With a suppressed sigh, Ace adjusted the orange cowboy hat perched on top of his head.
Trying to distract himself, the disguised singer looked back down to his tablet and the skeleton of the song he's making. The melody was half done, at the very least, and he'd need to discuss it with Deuce, but he just can't seem to capture the correct lyric. He knows what he's trying to write, at least, but the words just can't seem to flow out as well as they usually would. With a tongue poking out the corners of his lips, he tried to type something in.
And promptly deletes them before closing the application and stifling a groan.
Still ignoring the hushed murmurs from the passengers around him, Ace placed his tablet back into his messenger bag and fished out his phone from his pocket. There's several notification popping on the screen, mostly Law's angry text that he's been ignoring since early this morning, all of them berating him about the abruptness of his admittedly rather selfish request. The last couple of text told him that said request has been approved by Rayleigh, since it's basically align with his current media situation, but that doesn't mean Law was all too pleased with him cancelling and postponing schedules with only hours of notice.
Maybe Law has a point; these last few weeks may be hard on him, but it certainly has been hard on Sabo and Law's jobs.
He should probably try to do something to get back at his manager's good side… A visit to the local pet store and playing guess over which toy Bepo doesn't have yet should do the trick.
Somewhere on the front of the bus, he managed to caught the tail of an excited squeal somewhere nearby, and know it would only be matter of seconds when his picture will surface somewhere in the crevices of the internet. Sighing, he picked up his tablet up from his lap, tongue poking out in concentration as he started to play around with this new song when he felt tiny vibration coming from his pocket.
It was Sabo calling, and with minimal amount of mental preparation, Ace picked it up.
"Where the hell are you and where are you going?"
"How did you manage to find that picture so fast? I'm pretty sure that girl only posted it like a couple of seconds ago," as he said this, he glanced up to a gaggle of school girls probably just out of class, all of them huddling close to stare at one of their phones - one that he presumed was used to take a picture or video of him - and occasionally glancing to his direction. When one of them looked up, still giggling, Ace expertly looked away, uncaught.
"I set up an alert every time you name and related tags popped up anywhere on every social media platform," the blonde answered smoothly, "And that girl's post alone appeared in 5 of those alerts, not to mention 3 more pictures of you in different angles. Also, i set up a tracking app on your phone last week. How come you didn't call me or Law to drive you?"
"You know, i used to have my own privacy,"
Sabo was quiet for a moment, before he heard a static sound of sigh, "Just until the entire media circus around you died down, okay? If i can find your whereabouts through social media, that means paparazzi and reporters can too. I'm not just your manager, i'm your brother and i'm concerned for your safety and wellbeing,"
Ace pursed his lips, putting the tablet back down on his lap and glanced out to the shifting scenery outside. After a while, he gave another small sigh and said, "I'm going to the mall downtown. I just want to pick up some things,"
"What things?"
He shrugged, though aware that his face was starting to turn red. There's a reason why he didn't tell anyone where he's going today and even braved the public, "Clothes,"
Though he couldn't exactly see the other man's face, he could already imagine what happened: Sabo was probably about to ask why he needed clothes all of the sudden when he doesn't have any dire need for wardrobe soon - and even if he does, they had an entire department catering to him for that - and that's when his smart mind started whirring, connecting dots that shouldn't be connected, and just right on time, Ace heard him groan, long and exasperated, "Ace, if this is about what you're going to wear for the film award, for god's sake we could call Nojiko and have her fit you into one of the company's suits,"
"But that suit would've already been used by someone else!" the freckled male said indignantly, unaware of his own volume, "And no offense to Nojiko and the costume department but they're all so bland! This is going to be Marco's big night and i refuse to look anything but my best, okay?"
There's several cooing and awwing sounds around, mostly from the schoolgirls and even from a sharply dressed office worker who had his phone out somewhere next to him. Ace hid his reddening face by pointedly looking out of the window once more.
"Ugh, i swear you're putting more preparation on this than anything you ever did for yourself. You do realize that being a plus one on these sort of occasions means you're just going to be an arm-candy and not much else, right?"
"Well, i'm going to be the best looking arm-candy walking on that stupidly long carpet. As the winner for the best actor, Marco deserves nothing less,"
"You're saying that as if you already know that he's going to win,"
"How dare you insinuate otherwise,"
The bus slowly came to a stop as they're nearing a stop, and the sound of hissing from the machinery came almost at the same time as Sabo's sigh, "Fine. It's probably on your best interest to look your best when you'll have so many cameras on you anyway," the blonde cleared his throat, and for a moment, as the murmurs of people getting on to the bus - and subsequently finding him on the back seat - picked up around him, Ace heard Sabo said distantly, as if he stepped away from the phone, "But, if you really don't want to be accompanied by your managers, then i'm sending someone else to drive you around. You are not going to go out in public alone like this,"
Ace frowned, glancing out of the window again to avoid meeting the eyes of the new passengers who has obviously figured out who he is, "Who?"
Sabo did not answer, at least, not to him, since Ace could hear him talking to someone else quite far away. Once he was done, his voice came back with an alarming amount of glee and a touch of deviousness, "Someone who owes me and Law one, and someone you won't say no to,"
"Uh, i really don't mind, i swear,"
Ace wanted to shout that of course he should mind, but this is Marco he's talking to and he can never shout at Marco for something he didn't do. As it is, he tempered down all of his wrath to unleash to his brother later, and said as patiently as he could, "But he can't do this! You got better stuff to do than being my chauffeur,"
He could've sworn the blonde mumbled 'No, i really don't' under his breath, but Ace couldn't really hear clearly over his bubbling frustration and his nth attempt in calling Sabo to express said frustration. Yet again the voice goes into voice mail, and after a dozen of time trying, he swore that the picture of Sabo's smiling face that popped up as he dialled his manager's number was mocking him as much as the real person must be right now.
In the end, Ace gave up, pocketing his phone once more with a tremendous sigh. He glanced to the side warily to find Marco staring back at him, a hint of amusement and a whole lot of patience etched on his expression. The dark haired male sighed again, "I… Ugh, thanks for driving me around. Again. I'm so sorry you had to be dragged into this,"
Marco gave a low chuckle, eyes glancing between the relatively crowded road to him, "Don't mention it. I drove you around a couple of times already, haven't i?"
"Yeah, but that's because you offered all those times, now it feels like i'm just taking advantage of your kindness," he paused, and frowned, "Scratch that, even worse, my brother is taking advantage of your kindness by coercing you into this,"
"Trust me, I don't need any coercing when it comes to you," Marco said leisurely before he widened his eyes and cleared his throat, looking to all like he didn't mean to say that out loud. He probably didn't, but the way he sputtered made it really hard for Ace to hide his own smile, incredibly pleased and inwardly squealing, "Uh, I, Umm, Sabo said you were… concerned about what you're going to wear for the film award,"
Whatever floating happiness that was shrouding Ace's head popped like a deflated balloon at the reminder, and his ire towards Sabo grew. Marco's tone made it really clear Sabo didn't word it like that, and knowing his blonde brother, it's probably full of hyperbole about how much Ace was a pain in his very justified concern, "Well, i don't really have anything good enough to wear for that kind of event. Everything in my room just seems to fall short,"
(Except maybe that see-through g-string he unearthed this morning in the back of his drawer. The more traumatized Luffy is at his undergarments, the better and sexier it is, and judging by his brother's horrified scream, it is sexy indeed)
Next to him, he saw Marco pursing his lips, looking a little bit guilty, "Sorry, i did sprung this whole thing rather suddenly to you, didn't i?"
Ace widened his eyes, shaking his head so fast, he could feel his own hair slapping against his cheeks, "No, no! Don't be sorry, i'm so glad you asked me! I'm really looking forward to this,"
Marco smiled a little, "Thanks. But well, it didn't change the fact that it this whole thing is my fault," before Ace can say anything else, he reached over for his GPS, and started scrolling through what seems to be a list of saved addresses, "And that's why, on my way here earlier, i made a quick phone call. Hope you don't mind," The screen of the GPS made a little blip and the automated female navigator announced that a new route has been set. Ace could only see that the name 'Izou' attached on top of their destination.
As the car drove off, he thought he also heard Marco muttering 'And i hope i'm not making a mistake'.
There was a time nearly a year ago, where he started one of his side modelling gig with the brand 'Criminal', one of the most well-established clothing lines - and also one of the most expensive, as Nami would rant after that shoot. The owner, Pappagu, a short and rather boastful designer would once or twice mentioned his rivalling brand, Flintlock, claiming how their rising popularity and newest popular design forced him to do all of these expensive marketing, including hiring well known celebrities like Ace.
Ace never really followed the happenings in the fashion world, but he at least know that both 'Criminal' and 'Flintlock' dominates the market, and that Criminal was one of his Sabaody Records' biggest partner, which made him at least familiar with that brand.
But now, as he stood in front of the extravagantly designed building with 'Flintlock's logo etched on the front door and right behind the reception area, he had the feeling he's about to know a lot more about Pappagu's business rival.
The moment he and Marco stepped behind the automatic glass door, they were approached by a slim and tall figure dressed in pink blouse and darker coloured skirt, and it wasn't until said figure started speaking did Ace realize that he's looking at a man instead of a woman like he originally thought.
"Marco, good thing you called first, Or else, i'd never differentiate you from the common rabble dressed like that," the man greeted with a genial smile, one that turned into a rather disgusted sneer as he gave Marco a cursory look from top to bottom. Ace can't help but glare at him for this, because how dare he. Marco can wear a burlap sack and still be the most handsome man in the room, "What a disgrace, i knew living with Thatch would turn you into a slob like him,"
Instead of taking offense at the snide tone, however, Marco only laugh, tugging on his sweater's collar, "Oh come on, Izou, i'm not like you. I dressed however i wanted for my day off,"
Which is something Ace agreed tremendously with, because that sweater hugged the blonde's toned figure well, and anyone who said otherwise can meet his fist. Not to mention those pants, it's so tight all the right places—
"Anyway, i'm not here for me today," Ace's very careful observation on just how well the faded, old jeans fit Marco's legs was disturbed by Marco himself, who pulled him over to stand next to him. He looked up to see Izou looking at him with the expected hint of recognition, as well as something else unreadable, something that felt like thoughtfulness, "Ace, i'd like you to meet my brother, Izou. Izou, this is—"
"Spade, 1 double platinum record holder, or two, with the way your new album's sales going. Singer, songwriter, producer and," a leer appeared on the immaculately polished face, aimed to his side where Marco stood, "My dear brother's wildest dream coming true,"
"Izou!"
You wouldn't expect such a raucous laughter to come out such a prim looking person, but it did indeed, complete with droplets of tears streaming down the sides of his face.
"So, am i wrong to presume that you're bringing your boyfriend to me first out of our brothers?" Izou said as they stepped into the top floor of the building, one that according to the small plaque next to the floor's button was apparently the CEO's office and workshop. The entire place was filled with mannequins, with several workers flittering around between them, holding threads and measuring tapes and the likes. There's designs attached from wall to wall, even to the quieter location that Izou led them to, "In fact, did you bring your boyfriend to me first before you even have him meet Pops? Marco, i'm flattered,"
Marco let out a strangled groan, "This… is kind of an emergency. It doesn't count,"
"But i still meet him first," at this, Izou turned to Ace, his painted lips curling perfectly.
The room they were led was smaller and somehow a lot more crowded than the first, and right in the middle of rolls and rolls of fabrics and sketches were a couple of mannequins dressed in expensive looking formal wears with different materials.
Suddenly there was a hand curled around Ace's wrist, and he look up to see Izou smiling at him, before he turned to Marco, "I'll find something for him. In the mean time, why don't you go next door and find Kikuhime. We're still putting finishing touches on your suit but while you're here we might as well do one last fitting,"
The blonde opened his mouth, looking like he was about to protest, but with a single twitch of Izou's eyebrows, he closed his mouth again and sighed. He looked up to give Ace a wry smile before turning to his brother once more, "Don't… do anything weird to him, okay?"
Izou sniffed, quirking his brow, "You don't trust me?"
"I trust you to make great clothes, but not much on anything else," Marco quipped before leaving with one last reassuring smile to Ace.
Once he left, Ace could hear the man next to him let out another haughty, but slightly amused scoff, "Hmph, the nerve, after asking for this big of a favour," he then turned to Ace, and the genial smile return, almost looking too friendly, "Now then, let's get you into some suits, hmm?"
"It took all of us off guard, you know?" Izou suddenly said in non-sequitur while Ace tried to put on a lush maroon suit jacket, one that he's been eyeing for a while and hoped it looked good enough on him. The singer looked up to see the long haired designer eyeing him contemplatively, "That he ended up dating you,"
Ace pursed his lips, glancing away from Marco's brother as he carefully puts the suit on, "Well, he's—"
"Well, that he ended up with anyone, really. He's not good enough for anyone, after all,"
There's a twinge in the back of Ace's head, the one he recognize after so many years to be the beginning of anger. With the suit still hanging loosely around his arms, he glared at the pink-clad man, lips pulled to a sneer, "How dare you?" he spat, temper rising quickly. He knows that not all siblings can have such a good relationship like his, Sabo's and Luffy's, but he refused to hear anyone saying something like that to their own brother, especially when the brother in question was Marco of all people, "How could you say that about your own brother?"
Ace didn't know what exactly the type of reaction he expected to come from Izou, but he didn't expect the other man to smile, and not kindly so, "Of course i wouldn't say that about my own brother. Especially not about Marco. Out of every single one of us, he was probably the best out of us, the most responsible and the one we'd look up to," the smile dimmed to something sad, almost melancholic, "But that is what he thinks about himself,"
Just like that, all of Ace's anger dissipated, and now, he stared at Izou in disbelief and confusion, "I… I don't understand,"
"I don't think you would, at least not now," Izou told him as he approached, arms crossed in front of his chest and every step accompanied by the clicking of moderate height heels.
A slender hand reach out to pull the suit over Ace's shoulder, having him put them on properly before smoothing down the sides and lapels. The singer kept his eyes on the man in front of him, waiting for an explanation as he tried to discern the meaning of his words at the same time.
It never came. When Izou raised his head to meet Ace's gaze, he gave him a long look before seemingly changing the topic again, "The rest of my brothers and our father were overjoyed when they hear the news, but to be honest, i was skeptical," the hand on Ace's lapels rose higher, almost to the collars, "In my line of work, i've seen some of the worst people who don't deserve their wealth and reputation, and most of those people were the same people Marco would encounter during his line of work,"
Suddenly, his collar was tugged none too gently, and if Ace had less balance, he would've toppled over. He gave Izou a disbelieving look, but the other man's eyes were still staring deeply to him.
"The last thing i needed for my brother, with all of his anxiety, low self-esteem, and lack of confidence, is for some little upstart to realize his feelings for him and take advantage of it,"
Izou's tone was dark, full of abhorrence and Ace knew it was directed at him.
But then it just disappeared like it was nothing but the figment of his imagination the next time the man spoke, an easy smile on his lips, "But, now i see i don't actually have anything to worry about. With what you said earlier, the looks on your eyes when i insult his clothes and the way you're looking at him - aww, look, you're blushing, come on, you're not even being subtle there," Ace grimaced over Izou's little teasing coo because yes, he could definitely feel his face turning hot over being caught ogling.
The younger took a step back, only momentarily glancing at the suit but he found that he couldn't properly concentrate on making sure if this suit actually fit him or not. He raised his head, meeting Izou's eyes once more as he took a deep breath. His lips smacked together as he began to speak, "I'm lucky to have met Marco," he said honestly, uncaring how loud his voice was and how it reverberated around the small room, meaning that others outside could probably hear him, "We've only known each other for a while, so i don't know much about him, but i know he's a great guy, he's passionate, he's one of the kindest person i've ever met, and he can be a bit silly and clueless sometimes, but that makes him what he is. The only thing i ever wanted from him was the chance to support him in any way i could and to be close to him,"
Ace realized quite late that he had clutched the hem of the suit, crinkling the materials, but even if he had to pay the damage, he didn't even care, "Marco's a great person. Even if i was the type of take advantage of someone, i'd never do that to him,"
It wasn't until he finished talking did Ace suddenly gained back his ability to feel shame, and felt nothing but flustered over his own words. Yes, they're all true, but he certainly didn't mean for all of them to come out like that, and especially not to Marco's brother.
He's not even done feeling embarrassed when Izou laughed again, even harder than he did on the lobby earlier. He sounded utterly amused and pleased, using a slender finger to wipe away escaping drops of tears from the corners of his eyes, "Oh my," he chortled, shaking his head, "Oh my god, am i in the middle of one of my favorite drama? Oh, is this what it feels like?"
"Uh,"
"Oh, darling, Ace - can i call you Ace? Marco calls you that and calling you Spade sounded so superficial - that was beautiful. I don't know how anyone can ever say that with a straight face to someone else, but that was beautiful," the man tried to stifle his laughter to no avail, and with every passing second, Ace felt his face turning even redder. Now that he thought about it, he did say some pretty embarrassing things, didn't he?
Wait until Izou finds out that he's saying all of that when he and Marco aren't really dating.
When his cackling finally died down - a whole 10 minutes of them - Izou walked around him, humming as he go while giving little nudges and tugs, "Okay, you know what i change my mind," he suddenly said, stepping right in front of Ace with a pleased smile on his lips, "To be honest, i was just going to lent you one of these new designs before putting them on the runway, but i'm starting to like you and this is not good enough," he made a twirling motion with his finger, "Take those off, i'll start taking your measurements and i'll make you a brand new one,"
Ace paused, blinking, "You're going to— The award show's in 2 days!"
Izou gave him a look that almost seems offended, "And you think i'm not good enough to make a brand new, costum-made suit by then? Don't make me lose this overabundance of high opinion i have of you in a second,"
He didn't need to be told twice. With a grin Ace did as he was told, barely putting the maroon suit back on the mannequin when Izou had his measuring tape ready.
"Any special request for your special, costum made suit?"
"Make me the best arm-candy for the definite award winner and man of the night?"
"Ugh, and i thought Marco and his obsession with you was the worst, obviously i haven't met you yet,"
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [19:51]: ZORO HELP COME BACK
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [19:52]: ? I JUST LEFT YOUR PLACE 5 MINUTES AGO WHAT HAPPENED NOW?!
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [19:53]: ACE JUST CAME BACK AND SAID HIS SEE THROUGH G STRING IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIS NEW SUIT
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [19:53]: HE'S BANGING ON MY DOOR PLEASE HELP
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [19:54]: OH NO NOT THIS AGAIN
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [20:01]: Luffy?
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [20:01]: Are you still alive?
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [20:03]: Yeah, it's ok
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [20:04]: Oh, good. Glad to hear
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [20:04]: Ace said no underwear is good enough for his new suit
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [20:05]: So he's just going to go without
Sent to [Zoro! :D] [20:06]: Yay! Problem solved :D
New Text Message from [Zoro! :D] [20:07]: I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THAT
You guys don't get it, updating felt like i just finished scratching a very bad itch. That's how badly i missed writing.
Hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think and thank you again for your patience!
