𝙄𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙? ☆ [ONE PIECE]

5. Stupid Sticks

"Bush head, can you stop getting in the way?" Ace frowns as he tosses a pile of sticks beside where Alastor had been sitting. "You're gonna crush my pile."

"Can you not call me bush head, grease monster!" Alastor barks back, knocking over the pile of sticks Ace had been previously creating beside her.

"I would if you didn't sit in my space!"

"It's a tree, you can't own a tree!"

"I was sitting in the spot first!"

Ace collects a handful of sticks and leaves in his right hand, tightening his fist around the bundle before tossing them straight into Alastor's face, the twigs getting stuck in various curls up and down her hair.

"I literally have been sitting here since you woke up!"

Alastor violently shakes her head in an attempt to get rid of all the sticks and leaves. She runs both hands through her hair, paranoid at the possibility of bugs nesting in her head.

"I've been putting my sticks here even before you got adopted!"

"Put the sticks near a different tree than!" Alastor retorts, kicking the sticks away from her.

"No, I wanna put them here!"

More sticks are thrown against her leg as Ace stubbornly collects more, refusing to back down from his beloved stick spot.

"Why does it need to be here exactly?!" Alastor calls out to Ace's back as he angrily stomps away.

Dropping her head low, Alastor releases a groan of frustration and teleports to the opposite side of the tree, away from Ace's field of vision.vision and most importantly, away from his stupid sticks.

Ace groans in frustration as the stick pile leaning against Alastor's lower thigh collapses.

"I hate you!"

"Go away!"

From behind her, Alastor listens to the hustling on the other end coming from what she can only assume to be Ace rearranging the sticks. After a good 10-ish seconds, Ace begins muttering something under his breath, his voice growing quieter the further and further away he strides.

Kicking a few small stones beside her feet, Alastor scrunches up her nose at her failed attempt to teleport off the island. Somehow, she had discovered that teleporting to extensively far places is not something she is able to do often, much to her dismay.

It's unfortunate, honestly. If it were up to her, Alastor would much rather be napping in her best friend's bed. Not sitting against a tree where fire ants are a likely possibility.

She lets her thoughts wander, attempting to distract herself from Ace's creepy muttering. She looks down at her feet and imagines tiny ants hidden within the grass fighting a war mighty enough to rival the Trojan War. Alastor giggles, finding the image of tiny ants in battle armor fighting to their doom hilarious and begins to wonder what Jenny and her would look like as ants.

And then she begins to wonder what Ace would look like as an ant and whether or not ant-Ace would retain his stupidly large forehead.

-

Alastor concluded her hatred for Ace awhile back ever since he threw one of her toys into the mud after she had accidentally landed right atop him during a round of quick-paced teleportation, knocking him off the tree and into a beehive. It wasn't her intention to teleport to Ace, but he had taken it awfully personal and decided that the best way to retaliate once he recovered was to throw her stuffed duck into a pool of fresh mud after a rainy day.