hand reaches out to knock on the metal hull. Ace knows he's giving himself away. That's the point. To be found. As he waits to see what comes with literally knocking on a hornet's nest, so to speak.

"Anyone hooooome~?"

Law proves to be just as annoying to track down as some rumors said about the heart captain. Tracking a submarine a pain in ways Ace couldn't explain, but spotting the things docked? Whelp! No reason to reject a gift.

He finds it easy enough to sidle up to the side of the ship on Striker as a >>

already working away at his own belt buckle. The clinking of the metal sounding in the room as Ace, shameless as ever, gets his shorts even more loose and pauses just long enough to reach down and weasel from his boots.

"Still usin' that same shampoo?"

back some serious deja'vu."

Though the last and first time they had met, formally, Ace had sure invited himself in for that hot shower when the Tang had been docked.

This time there was at least permission. If not Law demanding Ace get cleaned up from being the feral man he was.

Fingers are >>

into the belly of the Polar Tang with Law's hand still on him to keep him from being sidetracked. Smart enough to not try and shake it off either.

purposeful bite of his tongue to drag out the word.

At least hot water was a promise and his doctor wouldn't let him drown in the tub.

"Uhhhh... I had sea king meat ummm... few days ago? Somethin' like that. They're a pain t' catch n' cook tho."

Something indeed as Ace's boots lead him deeper >>

fight the light manhandling, however, as he's herded along like the annoying patient he was known to be at times. Not as bad as some, but he lived with the logic of 'I burn hot enough t' avoid infections, 's fine.' to probably be comfortable with Law's standards.

"Bathhh." Ace repeats with a >>

became his strange and wandering primary care doctor, Ace has been hard pressed to deny the surgeon much when it comes to medical care.

"...Fell asleep at sea... didn' fall in, but sure knocked the poor mushi in and yeah... RIP Shelly. Didn't deserve that none, but saltwater and snails... yeah."

a good ninety percent of the time!"

Ace isn't pouting, he's not, even as freckled cheeks twist and lips purse, "...'m not the best at observation haki anyways so it wasn't like i was gonna just pick ya outta the ocean t' find ya faster."

A pause.

"...mighta uh... lost my den den mushi too."