stars on his skin (on indefinite hiatus)

Oh, hell no! One thing was for Law to cover himself in hearts and even go so far as to clad his privates in heart-patterned underwear if that was his ‘thing’, his ‘thunder’. But to extend his motif beyond himself and force Ace to switch spades for hearts was a big no-no!

Who the hell did Traffaroo think he was? Some pet he could dress up just for fun while inflicting mild animal cruelty on the poor critter? Why, Ace didn’t even wear pyjamas, let alone garments made of silk like Law did. He liked the cup and the sunglasses, though.

“What’s all this for?” Ace opened the temples of the glasses and adjusted them on his nose. He sorta looked like a Muppet and it was alright. “Did a Valentine’s store explode or something?”

Ace had no idea whether stores specialised in Valentine’s Day knickknacks existed or not but the explosion of one was the only explanation he could find for Law to give him an entire pack of heart-decorated items ranging from apparel to home decor. Had he missed Black Friday?

In his defence, though, while he did not get the three-word message Law was sending, Ace did make a connection with the gift and the holiday of love - and that meant he was not a lost cause after all.

(heart-shaped glasses)

Law was looking ridiculous in that suit. First. Ace wondered whether his friend was making a homemade movie about the moon landing or something, just one of those movies he liked to record when he thought no one was watching, often in the presence of his pet turtle. The things the poor reptile must have witnessed in its lifetime…

Then, it occurred to Ace the ugly thing might be a diving suit, which would be just as appropriate, if not even more, and totally not dumb. Hey, he even had a turtle and everything if he wanted to go with a marine biology theme and, no matter how cool the idea was - and so Ace thought- it just made more sense for a turtle to be in water than braving the outer space. Otter space.

Ace followed, expecting Law to take him to his room. Maybe he needed help in making a scenario for his movie or something, as he was rather good as a carpenter. Instead, Law took him outside where crowns and garlands adorned the porches of their neighbours as though they were seasonal decorations. Was there any celebration or superstition the neighbourhood newcomers didn’t know about?

It was a hate crime. It was Roophobia at work. It was clear what kind of job Law wanted Ace to do.

Making Law stand back with an authoritatian hand, Ace scanned the street, taking a mental note of how much bread he had to consume and calculating how much time it would take him to do so. “Leave it to the big guns. No one messes with Traffaroo but me!”

Well, well, well… If it wasn’t Traffaroo, the Surgeon of Death crawling back to his Fire Fucker friend - ally? friend with social benefits? thing? - with a very particular request.

…to kiss him again! It wasn’t like the first time had been a blast, now was it? People might imagine it otherwise, seeing as Ace was the one who would fall asleep with mouthfulls of whatever food he was eating and a title such as ‘doctor’ always commanded respect, even in a shabby fellow such as Trafalgar Law, but it was not Ace who was the pig of the duo.

Law was always refuting Ace’s well-meant, albeit silly, teasing with cruel reactions and Ace was getting fed up. Why and how had they become friends again…?

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? Couldn’t hear you over the size of your shitty disposition. A big dick means nothing if it’s just your personality, you know?”

Excuse you, someone may have major issues that left scars for a lifetime but that did not mean he was entirely devoid of pride. 

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