'You call this clean, yoi?" Marco x Ace requested by anon
warnings/tags: possibly unrequited feelings, invasion of privacy
"You call this clean, yoi?"
Ace, perched on his bed, lowered the magazine he was reading. "I call it 'my room, my rules'. Fuck off."
"I call it 'disrespect' and 'you're a guest'."
Ace smiled thinly. "Guests get to leave when they want," he said and turned his attention back to his magazine, the set of his shoulders uncomfortable. "I'm not a guest, I'm a prisoner."
"Self-imposed," Marco said, and Ace snorted, flicking over a page. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he cast Marco a glance from over the top of the magazine, finally making Marco realise that no-one had given Ace access to their library, and that cover looked suspiciously like one of the ones where Marco-
"So, what other star-speckled, storm-eyed beauties do you have hiding on this ship?"
Marco pursed his lips, stalking over to where Ace lay to grab the magazine out of his hands, but Ace came with it with a grin, eyes still scanning the lines of Marco's poetry. "Let go," Marco growled, and Ace gave a short, cheerful laugh of defeat but relinquished the magazine with only minimal charring on the edges.
"Sure secretive, aren't you?"
"I don't like people who pry," Marco said, eyes narrowed, but Ace only cocked his eyebrow, the corner of his lip in a sharp smirk.
"Well, I don't like people who tell me what to do and hold me prisoner. We're even."
Unable to refute him, Marco crumpled the magazine in his grasp, shoving it into his back pocket and glaring down at Ace. "Leave if you hate us that much," he said, unable to keep the waspish irritation from seeping into his tone, and Ace laughed and called after him mockingly,
"Where else am I going to get called a star-speckled beauty?"
lbr angry ace being an asshole to marco, who has a crush on him, is a great fuckin' concept (especially after he joins and realises he's interested in marco too, but has been stupid about his chances lmao.)
