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He seems to have attracted a small following of teenage girls. [it was baffling really. But Thatch figured they enjoyed his gruff personality and perhaps a little of the challenge he presented. And the blushing.]

Will you? Alright. Bring your own shampoo, though, I'm running out. [he rubbed his chin along Ace's hair] Anything special you want for dinner tonight?

[gives a thoughtful hum before chuckling.] Can I have you for dinner? [is only teasing]

Sure, I can run back to my room in a bit and grab some things. [In all honesty, Ace just wanted to sleep soundly. Even since learning the truth he had begun having even more nightmares of his time in Impel Down and the battle following. It was starting to really bother him that he couldn't sleep well. But he didn't want to bother the others. It was a very small inconvenience. It wasn't worth mentioning.]

You wouldn't want me. I'm old and stringy. I'll surprise you with something fresh, then.

[he finishes his beer and wraps his other arm lazily around Ace, leaning back against the couch]

What have you been up to?

[Finished his own and then relaxed back in Thatch's embrace, resting his head in the crook of his neck]

This and that. I managed to get one of those board things. They are awesome! Though..I got yelled at for riding it in the Quad and for not going to class. Don't really care though.

The way I see it I went to a couple classes this week. It counts. What have you been doing?

A T-board you mean? You'll have to show me if you're any good. Have any hot instructors?

[he knew there were a few but most seemed to be Ace's age or younger. As to Ace's question, he shrugs]

Grading papers, teaching classes, being exceedingly boring... That kind of thing.

Well we should do something tonight then to liven things up. [grins and snuggles before chuckling lightly.]

We could go on another panty raid.

I don't really want to bring the wrath of the female population on my head. [panty raids were only really acceptable when you knew the target and it was more a prank than anything]

Speaking of, though, now that we have them, what the hell should we do with them?

[just giving them back wasn't going to be any fun]

We could always hide them. Give her something to do instead of pestering me to go to class.

Oh good idea. [Ace is full of brilliance] I've got just the thing.

Care to come to town with me, boy-o?

Sure. Could we get dinner while we're out? That way we don't have to eat in the mess or you don't have to cook.

Anything for you, sweetheart. [he chucks Ace's chin.] Help me clean up a bit here and we'll get going.

[Grins and leans forward kissing Thatch's cheek] Sure thing baby. [Ace got up picking up their glasses and carrying them to the sink before heading to help Thatch clean up the snacks]

[after all is cleaned up he loops an arm around Ace's shoulders]

Shall we away, darlin'? [and taking absolutely nothing as a yes, he leads him out toward the garage]

Have I shown you Blue Minuet yet?

Anywhere you fancy, honey. [Ace wrapped his arm around Thatch's waist as they headed to the garage. Surprisingly he was wearing a shirt...but it was unbuttoned down the front. still...it was progress yes?]

No, but you've told me about her. Do I get to see her?

[OOC: I forgot to mention he was actually wearing a shirt earlier!!!]

You get to ride in her.

[he wiggles his eyebrows. Pretty soon their at the garage, and, more importantly, his car. Built to accommodate the style and class of a seven foot guy and his Fishman friend.]

Isn't she gorgeous!

[and he kisses the hood]

Ahh sweet baby, it's been forever.

[Ace snorted and shook his head] Should I give you two a moment?

She's a beauty that's for sure. I can't say I've ever seen anything like it though. How does it work?

[he grins at the joke. Though every man should have a moment with his car]

If you like her now, you should see her move.

[he got in, pulling his keys from the glove compartment]

As for how it works, I don't have a damn clue. There's no dials as far as I can tell and it runs on gas. [he shrugs. Then grins]

Maybe I'll teach you how to drive when your short legs can reach the pedals.

[glares but doesn't comment on the stab at his height, even though he's taller than most.]

I would love for you to teach me how to drive.

I would love to do it. [he takes Ace's chin and looks him in the eyes] But the moment you do something reckless and wreck my baby I'll kick your ass from here to Estar? Got it, Freckles?

"I've never wrecked Striker and I would never wreck your car. That's like the lowest blow ever. I'm not that dense or stupid." Ace said honestly before smiling widely and being all giddy again. "So can we go for a ride, please, please, please, please?!!!"

"Just checking." He ran a hand over Ace's hair before starting up the car, listening it purr to life and feeling it vibrate under his legs. Yes. Thatta girl.

"First step? Always this." And he took his shades out from their compartment and slipped them on. If he was going out, he was going out in style.

"We'll have to get you some, too, Sparks." And he eased the car out of the garage, waved to the gatekeeper and soon they were out on the open road, trees blurring on either side.

Ace leaned into the slight petting before leaning back in his seat. He gave a small laugh at Thatch's sunglasses...but they did look cool. He kind of wanted his own pair now. "You don't have any spares?" Ace asked as they pulled out and started down the road. He had to admit to himself, this was insanely cool!

"I don't. But anyway, you can't just wear any shades. You have to find ones that make you stylish beyond any sense and I am just the man to find you some. And maybe we can stop by the sushi shack too and check out the ladies. Cute bartenders there...and just your size." He wiggled his eyebrows. But then scratched his chin.

"Though I'll be damned if I remember what we came out here for."

Ace laughed lightly and shook his head. "We're getting something to hide Grell's panties in and getting dinner. All that hair gel finally leaked into your brain making you forget the smallest details this fast huh?" Ace commented as he looked over at Thatch, observing how he drove the car.

Oh right. He was about to comment on it, but there was something vastly more important of concern to him at the moment.

"It's Pomade, brat. As if I would destroy my hair with gels. Please. See how luxuriant this is?" He took Ace's hand and put it on the back of this head. "That? That my friend is pure silk. It's the ultimate expression in well cared for hair. Not everyone can be born with silky locks." You lucky bastard. "For some of us it's an art form."

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