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Sabo was flawed and so was he. Everyone was, man or woman, only some were more than others. There were small flaws, little defects so trivial they could be easily excused even if they annoyed or upset one the moment they were performed; then there were the big ones which defined one’s character, arguably more than their traits did, the massive inadequacies that separated a decent fellow from a beast among men.
If Sabo was guilty of anything as per Ace’s book, it surely was of one of the former and never the latter. It was not because he was his brother that he was an impeccable guy - if anything, it was Sabo’s exemplary character that made him Ace’s brother, and saying that was not even entirely right.
There was not much about Sabo that Ace found unpleasant. Again, he’d sooner complain of his little brother than of his equal, for Luffy’s childhood penchant for being a cry-baby had always rubbed Ace the wrong way, and now that they were all grown up the three of them, it as Luffy’s everlasting taste for trouble that was cause of worry. Ace would not think twice before dubbing Luffy ‘reckless’, though it was a classic case of the blackbird saying to the crow…
Sabo, however, could not be accused of anything, if the matter of accusation was his character - and let it be said that is the only thing on Ace’s mind, far from taking his question as a matter of looks. His biggest crime - again, according to Ace’s records - was currently uncalled for.
His index finger stretched out moustache-like over his upper lip, Ace rubbed it back and forth on the skin as to scratch it and, that being done, pulled Sabo’s head closer by the neck and rubbed a fist against the blond curls so hard it might as well have lit a fire as though fist and curls were two stone tools properly fashioned for that end. Figuring he could not speak a word of his brother’s demeanour, and with his pantomime of death being not, indeed, a taboo, but something along the lines of it, there was only one thing for Ace to bicker over.
“One thing I’d change about you, you say? Your height. Who told you it was ok to be taller than me, eh?“
Now there was a perfectly excusable flaw to which some more messing of the hair was punishment enough.
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