genessia | Migraines and things

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Migraines and things

Who: Smoker & anyone for any reason
Where: Fayren shore
What: Mr. Grumpypants marine has a migraine headache.
When: July 27th at like nearly 4 am.

[Leaving a small note, a pot of coffee sans one travel mug worth, and a pot of ramen soup sans one thermos worth, Smoker isn't completely sure that it'll be enough, but probably better than alerting any general populous that he's not there, even if he did set a couple of metaphorical watchdogs to keep an eye on things.]

[He takes along a small pocket radio, half curious if it'll even work in Fayren, and heads out to the beach.]

[For a breath of fresh air.]

[And to eat his ramen.]

[And think.]

[And overthink.]

[And over think everything ever.]

[As he does.]

[And to try to deal with a migraine headache that won't let him sleep.]

[But if he can't sleep? Neither can you.]

[Which is why he's sitting on the shore, trying to fiddle with the radio player.]

[And maybe toast marshmallows for s'mores.]

[Or roast fish he caught.]

[AND stack rocks.]

[And make a small sand castle you literally won't see until you crush it oops. That's okay, he didn't like it anyway.]

[But at least he'll get to greet the sunrise.]

[He hates sunrises =\]

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[How can he tell him to just do what he wants, when Smoker has patently said he won't let Ace do what he wants?]

[WELL, he guesses it's the exact opposite of double standards but...]

[His ear tips singe red again and he wants to hide his face, like the time with the key. Trying to convey something he didn't know how.]

[He needs to ask but...]

[He's not even completely sure of the destination, much less how to get there. And words always get in the way.]

I said before that girls sometimes pretend to enjoy things just to make guys happy.

Please don't do that to me.

[Ugh too late. He's shrinking by the moment, he can feel like it. Two feet, down to ten inches, then five, four, three...]

[it was like... Smoker's brain was the Grand Line-- not quite as bad as the New World but still you could be going along on a perfectly clear day an suddenly be involved in a giant squid war and you're left with the baffled feeling of where the hell did that come from]

What exactly have I enjoyed? Ahh... [he rubs a hand through his hair.] I'm so lost. If you're talking about what you did I don't know. It's so weird. Were you just having fun?

Teasing me?

...Testing my strength?

[he shakes his head]

It felt good. [shrug!]

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[WHY DID HE THINK HE SHOULD ASK ABOUT IT?]

[IT IS NOW 10000 TIMES WORSE TO TALK ABOUT IT.]

[His brain is just noping right the fuck out of this conversation, and he hides HARD behind the hand.]

Don't think so much about it.

[And stop talking about it.]

I just meant...

[UGH SO RED. CAN'T DO THIS. MUST GET THROUGH THIS. THIS IS HIS PUNISHMENT FOR FAILURE TO SUCCESSFULLY LIFE PROPERLY.]

You said I should do whatever I want.

I don't want to do whatever I want if it's going to--

[DEEP BREATH.]

[It's fine.]

[Maybe he can just ignore this all ever happened. Also... what the hell does he tell Adela?]

[No.]

[SERIOUSLY.]

[Fuck.]

[The act is over. Pretending he is in any way on top of this? Right out the window again.]

[And it pisses him off again.]

[Go back to Ace being flustered and Smoker being cool. HE CAN WORK WITH THAT.]

[BUT...]

[He can't.]

[So he lays on his back in the sand, like he did in the street with the puppies, and puffs on cigars, staring at the stars.]

[It's fine really.]

[It's not like he can get court-martialed for it.]

[But just once, just once he'd like to be able to talk to Ace without one or both of them getting confused.]

[Maybe Smoker was the one holding double standards now.]

[He was trying to look out for Ace but hated it on himself so...]

[Smoker pat the sand next to him for Ace to come sit if he wanted.]

[Ace sighs.

That... didn't go well.

And now he's starting to get a headache...

He flops beside Smoker and then half over him, taking out his cigars and smoking both of them at once as he rests his chin on his hands and looks down at him]

It was easier when you didn't like me. How can I torment you if you're just going to worry about me, stupid?

[he has to hold them in while he talks because it's harder to do that than it looks.]

But if you want to kiss me that's fine. [bonks Smoker a kiss with his face] So just have fun with it.

[Smoker laughs at that and tugs Ace by the hat string-beads combo for another kiss.]

I really shouldn't. [He really shouldn't.] Since Adela likes you, and I adore her.

[So why was he? Right impulsiveness, and he couldn't take the fucked up dynamic a second longer.]

[Plus confusing Ace makes his head feel better.]

[OKAY, IT DOESN'T REALLY! BUT IN THEORY!]

But I'll make you a deal. I'll enjoy myself, if you enjoy yourself. This kind of thing isn't any fun alone.

And no matter how much I want to confuse you and mess with your head [Head ruffle, and it's true, he does.] I can't enjoy it if you're going to act like a kid I'm taking advantage of.

So as long as you have enough fun to do what you want, I'll do the same. [Lightly nudges a fist to Ace's cheek.] Deal?

[There were exceptions of course. Lawbreaking, getting into needless fights, and Smoker wasn't completely unrestrained, no matter how he acted.]

[Smoker...adores Adela? The thought makes him warm. It's cute. To know that kind of feeling exists between two people he really likes. Like family...even here. As for the rest of it, Smoker was right. He shouldn't worry too much. They worked best as pirate and marine. That was how they understood one another. He would just have to trust Smoker to take care of himself and if he couldn't... well Ace wouldn't think about that until it happened.

Until then, though.... he moves to straddle Smoker, sitting on his stomach]

Well if that's true, as a Marine you should take responsibility... you've ruined me for other people...

[gives Smoker a lazy look under his eyes]

Now I can never get married.

That's fine, I'll marry you.

[Is he kidding?]

[IS HE?]

[And he kind of likes the feel of Ace on him, a bit too much, so just rests his hands on Ace's thighs, to keep him still. In theory.]

[He should really stop.]

[Bad Smoker.]

[Grounded forever.]

[Bad bad Smoker.]

You have to learn to make coffee though. And wear a cute little maid outfit if Maribelle says you have to.

[Is it clear yet Ace that he's kidding?]

[Because he can't stop himself from that. He likes to. He's a bad playful puppy.]

[But if Ace for some absurd reason goes through with it, Smoker won't judge him. Weirdo.]

[he laughs, getting up, a little red. He's not weirded out by Smoker's hands on his thighs, no why do you ask?]

Anything to make me respectable huh? [he doesn't really take him seriously... Well not entirely seriously. As much as he's having fun this feels like a dangerous game somehow]

I didn't know you were into okama....or you wanted a third one ...doing that kind of thing...

[blinks. Now that he thought about it...]

So you and Maribelle....?

Huh?

What third one?

What are you talking about?

[... They literally can't go a full minute without confusing each other =\]

Maribelle runs a maid cafe. That's what I was joking about.

You know... like... three people doing it together. Instead of two.

[crouches in the sand and watches him. He's kind of relieved at Maribelle... but this isn't good...

And he knows why it isn't good. He has to find some way to make Smoker flail again. Then they'll be even. Teasing him wouldn't work and gay chicken wouldn't work because that was too much like real chicken and Ace wasn't ready for real chicken yet.

He hesitates, and then moves a little closer.

And a little closer still.

Watching him.

Thinking... ]

[................................]

[Good lord Ace, you broke him.]

That's...

No!

Maribelle's like my god-daughter and Adela's--

What are you even suggesting?!

Does the Phoenix and his wife drag you in for that?!

[Never. Touching. Ace. Again.]

Wow that's a hell of an assumption. I just asked. You think you know it already.

No they don't and even if they did I wouldn't. They're not my type anyway...and I'm pretty sure one or the other would kill me...

[puff of breath. why is it like this]

Taisa talking to you is impossible.

[....]

[All the red.]

[What is he supposed to say to that?]

Why would it ever be easy?

[smiles]

Dunno...

[moves closer, grabs him by the ears and gives him a bugs bunny kiss to the forehead. Afterwards, pulling back and looking into his eyes.]

But it's worth it...

[Then steals his jitte and makes a break for it, observation haki on full to dodge smoke tendrils]

[That...]

[Isn't.]

[Making...]

[Things...]

[Any...]

[Easier!!!!]

[But as he tears after Ace, STILL TRYING NOT TO BLUSH, or you know... tamp down the red in his cheeks at least...]

[He is...]

[KIND OF...]

[RELUCTANTLY, MIND YOU...]

[Enjoying himself.]

PORTGAS!!!

GET BACK HERE BRAT!!!!

[Guh, it is so hard to jog, chase with smoke and avoid seastone with a migraine. Fuck his life.]

[This is officially his punishment, screw it, no need for more.]

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