Individual: Ace

Prompt:"Get out of that bed unless you want me to set it on fire."

Rating: T for language mostly

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Being a commander can be a handful on some days, like after you warn your men not to drink too much because of being on supply duty the following morning, but they end up drinking too much. It wasn't Ace's fault, Marco knew that as he watch the young commander warn them several times that they shouldn't drink too much before saying 'fine' and left it be. Of course, Marco had lightly scolded him for not using more force, but stopped when Ace mentioned with a wicked smile that there was no need to worry, they would be going to town for supplies in the morning.

Marco left it at that, a bit curious on what the youth was thinking.

By morning came, Marco had followed somewhat to the second division quarters as they shared two of the larger spaces split by just a hall alone. Being on the safe side he stayed to the side of the hall where less traffic is likely to go to breakfast and rest against the wall. Ace was already in there, resounding out with a pan and ladle–courtesy of Thatch most likely.

"Let's go! The sun is up! Commander Marco is chirping! Let's get a move on!" Marco ignored the comment, a bit amused by all the groans and whines of being so loud. "Breakfast before the second bell rings or you get nothing! Let's go~!" Ace continued on, Marco chuckling as a few did come stumbling out and even from across the hall as the door was open. Some decided it was best to heed his first warning before the banging stopped. "Anyone lingering in bed will be promptly body slammed with my instrument playing some beautiful music!"

More groans were heard, tumbling out of the bed and Marco noticed Jozu peer his head from the end of the hall. A look of amusement lingered as second division was stumbling out of the rooms with some grasping their heads in exasperation. Their youngest commander had some creative ways, giving decent warnings until he would lose his patience. Some more shouts of being warned the night before are there as he soon grows quiet. Marco knows that isn't the last of the division and motions for Jozu as a means of the fact that he might want to get out of the way, which the other catches on especially at the coming shout.

"Get out of that bed unless you want me to set it on fire!" Ace let's it out almost like a howl and more are tumbling with complaints of being too mean to their commander, but taking it seriously. The last of the division trails out, even from the other room as they probably didn't want to take chances. They are scurrying to go up for breakfast and soon Ace comes out, bee lining to the other side, not even noticing the first commander. Ace gazed in the room before coming out with a grin and looks to Marco. "Morning, turkey!"

A snort leaves Marco as he chuckles lightly while pushing away from the wall, "Good morning, brat. Good to see you are all up, yoi." Marco comments while moving along with the other that has pot and ladle in hand.

"I told you not to worry, I got it handled!" Ace mentions as he looks proud to have got his men up since he hasn't been a commander too long and Jozu shortly joins them with a smile.

"That you do, good job." Marco states proudly and receives a grin from the younger commander, happy to be praised.