Day 5: Day of AceSL

(Idea:A day of life on the Moby Dick)

A sidenote, I have just learned I cannot write Marco's speech ticks

This one's shorter than the last two, but I might expand on it later!

Ace was exhausted, being a division commander was super hard. Somehow it managed to be harder than when he was captain of the Spade Pirates.

Leaving his room, Ace stumbled into the café and sat down, slumping forwards and letting his head hit the table with a soft thud. He made a soft, pitiful whine that completely contrasted with his personality type. But with the downward spiral his life
was going in at the moment, he really didn't care much for dignity, Ace was too tired to care.

Thatch, noticing Ace's visible slump, ambled over with a tray piled full of food and a large mug of coffee, 5 creams and sugars. Ace hated the bitterness of coffee but desperately needed the caffeine that the black liquid offered.

The raven took the mug with a tired, grateful, smile. Thatch, reared back slightly as he got a good look at Ace's face. The younger man's normally tan skin was pale and sallow, dark bags hung under his eyes. "Shit Ace, you look terrible! You need to get
some rest."

"Yeah Thatch, I know, there's too much paperwork here. I'm used to having my first mate's help with this shit!" Ace took a few gulps from the mug and his eyes drifted down to the tray in front of him. He wasn't sure if he was hungry or not.

Thatch nodded, The older man understood completely. It had been super hard to transition into all the paperwork that needed to be done by the division commanders, though in his case Thatch had Marco's help. The pompadoured Man was also the head chef,
so he had much more work to do than the normal division commanders.

Thatch gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, a nod, and a smile, before walking off to greet the next 'early riser'. So Ace started to eat the food that had been given to him. He hummed softly enjoying the taste as his brain started chugging along.

To tell a truth, the lack of sleep was making Ace cranky, which caused more spot fires then he'd like to admit. As he chewed, he thought about it. In all honesty the last time he had gotten great night's rest was before leaving Foosha Village and Dawn
Island behind. So basically it was the last time he had snuggled up with his little brother.Damn, that said a lot about him, and not all of it sounded good.

He pushed the finished tray away, an embarrassed expression morphing his face. Putting his head back on the table he sighed softly, "God Damnit, I miss my little brother." He whispered it to the table like a terrible secret. Hoping that, just by admitting
the truth of the situation would help him. It did.

Both he and Luffy had promised to live their lives with no regrets. And while he hadn't regretted anything yet, he was really missing his kid brother. Could that counts as a regret, not spending more time just bonding together?

Marco had walked over, hearing Ace's mumbling and sat down across from him. "Hey, Ace. What's up with you, yoi"

"Oh hey Marco, not much, you?" Ace lifted his head off the table and gave a small smile. "Actually, I wanna talk to you and pops about something..."