[Smoker's entire face gets EVEN MORE RED SOMEHOW.]
[And his ears are burning and he doesn't know what to do and just--]
[Portgas REALLY shouldn't make him feel like a kid. Or a really green teenager before he even hit the academy and...]
[His voice gets even quieter.]
[Though no less growly.]
Maybe a hotel with room service?
[He should not. And it's probably a trick and he should just--]
[Get a cold shower?]
[Except then he'd crave flames even more.]
[Maybe a steam shower to trick himself into being okay.]
[Maybe.]
That--
[Scrubs his face with his hand, trying to wipe off the red and his ears are steaming.]
[So he's kind of hard too and wishing he wasn't, because what the hell, he's not 17, and doesn't have an excuse.]
[He wants to say he's not sure he could stop just at --]
[What they did before.]
[And... obviously he COULD, but he wouldn't want to which is the problem.]
[And he has the feeling that this has as much chance of staying secret as the fact that Sengoku's goat regularly ate paperwork.]
[And yet...]
[He can't stop thinking about it.]
[And knowing that if he tries not to think about it, he'll only think about it more, isn't helping because he can't distract and--]
[He really has a craving to find out how Ace tastes with peanutbutter...]
[Bad Smoker.]
[He forgot why he was calling Ace.]
[Just to see why he was so quiet maybe?]
[Would preoccupying Ace's mouth with something different be good or bad?]
[He was going somewhere with this.]
Someplace your crew won't find and kill me over. [Said dryly, since he trusts Ace to ... protect him as it were but still.]
[If he's going to fuck Ace... or whatever the fuck else. Fight, play cards, arm wrestle, leave hickeys all over -- Smoker swears he's not a teenager even if he's acting like it -- then it might as well be someplace the Whitebeards won't immediately bust in on. And that would guard them from Tashigi for at least a night or so.]
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[That shouldn't--]
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[Smoker's entire face gets EVEN MORE RED SOMEHOW.]
[And his ears are burning and he doesn't know what to do and just--]
[Portgas REALLY shouldn't make him feel like a kid. Or a really green teenager before he even hit the academy and...]
[His voice gets even quieter.]
[Though no less growly.]
Maybe a hotel with room service?
[He should not. And it's probably a trick and he should just--]
[Get a cold shower?]
[Except then he'd crave flames even more.]
[Maybe a steam shower to trick himself into being okay.]
[Maybe.]
That--
[Scrubs his face with his hand, trying to wipe off the red and his ears are steaming.]
[So he's kind of hard too and wishing he wasn't, because what the hell, he's not 17, and doesn't have an excuse.]
[He wants to say he's not sure he could stop just at --]
[What they did before.]
[And... obviously he COULD, but he wouldn't want to which is the problem.]
[And he has the feeling that this has as much chance of staying secret as the fact that Sengoku's goat regularly ate paperwork.]
[And yet...]
[He can't stop thinking about it.]
[And knowing that if he tries not to think about it, he'll only think about it more, isn't helping because he can't distract and--]
[He really has a craving to find out how Ace tastes with peanutbutter...]
[Bad Smoker.]
[He forgot why he was calling Ace.]
[Just to see why he was so quiet maybe?]
[Would preoccupying Ace's mouth with something different be good or bad?]
[He was going somewhere with this.]
Someplace your crew won't find and kill me over. [Said dryly, since he trusts Ace to ... protect him as it were but still.]
[If he's going to fuck Ace... or whatever the fuck else. Fight, play cards, arm wrestle, leave hickeys all over -- Smoker swears he's not a teenager even if he's acting like it -- then it might as well be someplace the Whitebeards won't immediately bust in on. And that would guard them from Tashigi for at least a night or so.]