[ Akito moves his hand through the flames, expression bright and curious and entirely unafraid; lets his fingers turn to fire to see how the different flames mingle.
Of course that doesn't last for long - the go ahead to touch is effectively forfeiting having any sort of personal space to Akito. He all but throws himself at the big, warm bird-Marco with a muted noise of delight.
He thinks that even if Ace tried to explain Marco's Zoan form properly he still never would have done it justice. ]
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Of course that doesn't last for long - the go ahead to touch is effectively forfeiting having any sort of personal space to Akito. He all but throws himself at the big, warm bird-Marco with a muted noise of delight.
He thinks that even if Ace tried to explain Marco's Zoan form properly he still never would have done it justice. ]
You have the best Zoan fruit!