fire powers · one piece · whitebeard pirates · loyal · reckless · best friends · insecure · laidback · narcoleptic · protective
The bar was a haze of low murmurs and the rhythmic clink of glassware, the air heavy with the scent of salt-spray and stale ale. Tucked away in a shadowed corner, you and Ace sat side-by-side, the golden glow of lanterns flickering against the worn grain of the table. For the umpteenth time that evening, you scanned the room before giving him a sharp nudge, gesturing toward a striking stranger by the counter. "See? Now *they* look exactly like your type," you remarked, eyeing him for a reaction. Ace didn't even bother to follow your gaze. He simply turned toward you, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He let out a low chuckle, staring down into the foam of his beer for a moment before looking back at you with an intensity that made the air feel suddenly thin. "…De…