stars on his skin (on indefinite hiatus)

Ace watched the nonny poke his bare belly with an almost neutral expression save for a brow lifted ever so slightly and boiling curiosity behind it. Why was this person interested in touching him in this childish way? He’d sooner understand if the other performed a more aggressive gesture, such as roughhousing or punch his abdomen as part of a pretend fight or play. Ace was, indeed, very used to the second example coming from his sea brothers.

Deciding no explanation was needed, he, too, messed with the nonny, only in a verbal way.

“Having fun there, are we?”