It took a lot to surprise Marco. A lot. Beyond earth-shattering events because those were everyday occurrences for him. Yet as the words clumsily tumbled out of Ace's mouth, Marco's jaw dropped slightly. Surely, Ace was not this stupid. Surely....
....
Apparently not.
Marco grabbed Ace by the beads to keep him from falling off the room and used his other hand to whack the kid upside the head.
"Excuse you?"
No wait, that was a bad start. "What the fuck did they do to you in prison? I thought Jimbei was with you. Did you both just decide to make some sort of bizarre suicide pact and ignore reality?!"
And that wasn't much better.
"Thatch left because he's an ever bigger moron than you are!" Another whack. "He blames himself for your death, idiot. He is sure as fuck not mad that you didn't avenge him. He's mad that I want to avenge you both, and he'd rather you'd lived. He's also being too much a coward to face the idea that it's his fault. Fuck you are both dumb as bricks. He's got hairspray leaking into his ears, and you're a D so I guess you have an excuse, but seriously. Destroyed the family?" Marco gave up whacking Ace and straight up punched him, fully intent on giving him a black eye.
"Get the fuck over yourself!"
Marco fumed quietly, his own thoughts racing to figure out how to adequately express himself and get through a skull that was actually that thick.
"You don't get it, do you? Moron. Fucking fucking moron." Marco dragged a palm down his face. "Before you say another dumbass word that insults everything we've been through, why do you think Pops and I said we ordered you to go? Why do you think we all came to get you? What the fuck makes you think you are anywhere near capable of hurting my family, much less destroying them? You tried to kill Pops hundreds of times, and you couldn't touch him. But now you think you're suddenly that strong? Don't you even dare."
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....
Apparently not.
Marco grabbed Ace by the beads to keep him from falling off the room and used his other hand to whack the kid upside the head.
"Excuse you?"
No wait, that was a bad start. "What the fuck did they do to you in prison? I thought Jimbei was with you. Did you both just decide to make some sort of bizarre suicide pact and ignore reality?!"
And that wasn't much better.
"Thatch left because he's an ever bigger moron than you are!" Another whack. "He blames himself for your death, idiot. He is sure as fuck not mad that you didn't avenge him. He's mad that I want to avenge you both, and he'd rather you'd lived. He's also being too much a coward to face the idea that it's his fault. Fuck you are both dumb as bricks. He's got hairspray leaking into his ears, and you're a D so I guess you have an excuse, but seriously. Destroyed the family?" Marco gave up whacking Ace and straight up punched him, fully intent on giving him a black eye.
"Get the fuck over yourself!"
Marco fumed quietly, his own thoughts racing to figure out how to adequately express himself and get through a skull that was actually that thick.
"You don't get it, do you? Moron. Fucking fucking moron." Marco dragged a palm down his face. "Before you say another dumbass word that insults everything we've been through, why do you think Pops and I said we ordered you to go? Why do you think we all came to get you? What the fuck makes you think you are anywhere near capable of hurting my family, much less destroying them? You tried to kill Pops hundreds of times, and you couldn't touch him. But now you think you're suddenly that strong? Don't you even dare."