"He was a bit, but he was still nakama so far as I'm concerned," Marco shot Ace a quick warning glare. Affectionate ribbing between nakama was all well and good, but Ace didn't know the other version of himself well enough for that, so he'd better watch it. Marine Ace might have tried everything he could think of to push Marco away, but that didn't stop Marco from thinking of him as an alternate version of a favorite little brother. Even if the person insulting him was just another alternate version.

Fucking time man, how does it work? Miracles.