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Ace felt slightly pressured by the fellow Justice member, as is she never talked to him, ever. Ace was surprised she even knew his name, the only reason he knew hers was because of his lack of friends. He didn't have anyone, so while he played his music he watched everyone. He learned names quickly and always practiced matching faces to names; just in case something horrible happened at base. He wanted to be able to tell, who was Justice, and who obviously wasn't.

But then again, she may or may not have done the same thing, so Ace didn't question it. As to why he thought of giving her the sharpies, he'd always see her drawing, even on herself, most of her doodling and her pictures were beautiful. He had found the multicolored sharpies in an old box of crayons in a fallen over apartment building on his walk, it was a very pretty box and he just had to open it. Inside he found the colors, in a small pouch along with a few crayons which he had kept for himself. Crayons were made of wax so he figured smashing it all together with a small string down the center would form a candle, yet he hadn't actually put that much thought into it, because he was trying to relax, and thinking about candle making wasn't a stress reliever.

"I found them when I went on a walk, I know how much you like them" he said motioning to her gloves. "I'll let you have them if you let me use this black for a second." He stated withdrawing the color from the package and pulling his guitar from his back, inscribing "Music, is, life.' on the back in small print then continuing to write 'property of Allistar Grace "Ace" ' on the back. Then he placed the marker back into the small package, offering it to her. He wanted a friend, he never had one, well, unless you count sea-turtles.