#Also noooo u gotta stop making galdino so funny and perfect to interact!! /j

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"MR AAACEEEE MR ACEEEEE ! DOCTORS? scientists? GA NE? WHAT IS ALL THIS TALKING ABOUT AAAAACEEEEE? GA NE?" The artist comes running while screaming, almost not stopping by the pirate and clumsy slippering past him. Overreacting expression of worry and lack of breath as he stops to recover it. Throwing a first aid kit together with other boxes in the floor. "WHY?? ARE YOU going to doctors ga ne? are you sick? are you hurt?" He spreads a hand over the young man's forehead, pulling it away seconds after in despair. "CHHIIIIIIII—UH—OH! YOU'RE DYING GA NE! YOU'RE—"

"You're........normal. Waaaaaaait a second."

Slowly Galdino starts to realize, squinting eyes that look him head to toes. His worry fading to leave space for an annoyed frown. "You look healthy! TSC. That's just part of your devil fruit, isn't it? Waste—WASTE of time, ga ne." Face palming, the artist pull himself together. Fixing his own crooked bow tie and pushing his glasses over the nose. "Still—this summer isn't being kind to anyone. Even for someone with fire powers you have to look out for...overheating? Huh. I guess, ga ne. If that's even possible to you. I just don't want a ghost pulling my leg at night if anything happens to you, sir." From inside from one of his boxes that he carried along, he takes five popsicles. Offering them to him as his lips are twisted in anger. "That should do, ga ne. and —UNLIKE SOMEONE." He squints again, glaring at him. "Thooose aren't laced with poison or anything spicy."

((cough cough while on my dying breath, please stop making ace too dote-able i beg you cough cough i beg you))

the  echo  that  was  able  to  reverberate  off  the  surface  of  the  sea  water  through  the  shouting  and  chaos  that  was  heading  towards  him  immediately  caught  his  attentions.  ace  only  briefly  mentioned  doctors,  scientists  being  interested  in  him  but  it  had  nothing  to  do  with  any  illness,  however  galdino  did  not  have  the  pleasure  to  be  more  privy  to  it  all.  his  panic  was  understandable  but  nothing  could  replace  the  shock,  mixed  with  the  apparent  confusion  evident  on  the  features  of  the  fire  fist  himself  when  he  saw  the  artist  hurriedly  running  with  boxes,  first  aid  kits  and  everything  else  to  make  sure  that  ace  won't  haunt  him  as  a  firey  spirit  if  something  happened  to  him. 

❝  wha ... ?  no  no,  wait !  ❞  ace  wanted  to  warn  him  but  before  he  could  mr.  3's  hand  already  rested  upon  his  forehead  to  check  his  temperature.  it  was  hot,  but  not  so  hot  that  it  burned.  a  heat  close  to  palms  hovering  over  a  burning  campfire,  one  could  feel  that  his  temperature  by  no  means  is  human  and  seems  like  galdino  got  bitten  by  the  heat  instantly.  ❝  geez,  man  i  tried  to  tell  ya'  ❞  ace  sighed,  visibly  amused  by  this  whole  situation.  while  he  couldn't  blame  him,  practically  anyone  would  think  he  was  sick  or  had  a  fever  however  it  was  neither  of  those  things.

the  visibly  outraged  @waxgentleman  made  a  single  brow  raise  with  a  lopsided  smile  hanging  over  ace's  lip.  his  head  tilted  to  the  side  and  a  heavy  smack  of  his  hand  patted  the  artist  on  his  back.  ❝  c'mon  don't  be  so  boomed  that  i  ain't  a  damsel  in  distress.  ❞  the  cunning,  sly  attitude  almost  mocking  his  words  for  a  sheer  joke  followed  by  a  loud  laugher  from  depths  of  his  lungs. 

❝  i  can't  overheat,  well  i  mean  i  technically  would  if  the  temperature  was  higher  than  two  thousand  degrees ....  but  then  everyone  would  die  so  that  ain't  happenin'.  so  you  don't  gotta  worry  'bout  me  huntin'  you  ...  or  maybe  you  should ?  ❞  ace's  grin  grew  wider,  bare  teeth  showing  the  sharp  canine  -  like  fangs  peeking  from  under  his  upper  lip.  it  sounded  a  bit  like  an  innocent  threat,  a  scare  to  leave  creeps  running  down  the  artist's  spine  for  later  and  judging  by  the  fire  being  lit  within  his  eyes,  ace  was  getting  pretty  excited  by  the  sole  idea  of  hunting  someone  down  again.