Aerrow winced at the squeal that echoed through the ship, courtesy of Finn's guitar. The Dark Ace, unfazed, was occupying his time with pushups in the center of his cell.
"Sorry about the racket."
"Hmph."
Without the angry glare leveled at him, Aerrow could almost believe the man was just an ordinary person.
It was the clothes, Aerrow decided. Dressed in one of Aerrow's old outfits, the Dark Ace looked a lot less… menacing.
"You know," Dark Ace grunted through the strain of his workout, "Back in Cyclonia he would have been executed for playing so badly."
"Tempting…" Aerrow muttered.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100