Meisterless again....

Ace dragged his body out of his family estate once again, groaning in drunken sorrow. His mind ached with fatigue and vague, meaningless thoughts. Other than the realization that he hadn't killed a Kishin egg in months, he couldn't even put together a complete thought. Though, he couldn't shake the idea that it was his fault, he knew there was something he could do. The young, once-heir to the Toromaki family sluggishly flopped on to a bench on the street of Death City, and drifted in to unconsciousness.... only he wasn't on a bench. He was in the middle of the town square, and was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

Droon was walking around death city, being the average law abiding citizen that he was, when he happened upon none other than... "ACE !? What the heck man! I haven't seen you in forever, this is so great and-... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOTHES!?" He yells, only realizing they were missing about half-way through his sentence. "Dude, you loom rough. Drunk? Lots of sex? Wild party? I need details here!" He says, shaking Ace's head back and forth.

A strange looking creature shook Ace violently, waking him from his drunken slumber. He struggled to open his eyes a numerous amount of times, finally succeeding before giving Droon a look of utter confusion. It was obvious that he hadn't been taking care of himself, and the bumps and bruises about his face inferred that, as of late, he'd forgotten how to properly raise a bottle to his mouth.

As Droon shook the weapon's body this way and that, Ace's arms flailing about in the middle of Death City, Ace opened his mouth to speak, then quickly cocked his head sideways and drifted back in to sleep.

"Oh come on!" He says with a tone of exasperation. "Wait! I've always wanted to try this!" He says with a grin before grabbing ace's nose and dunking his head into the fountain "wakey wakey, eggs and bake'y! But you know... Without the bacon."

A forceful hand took Ace towards the fountain, ruthlessly dragging him towards the water. On it's surface, he could see his reflection slightly, groggily staring in to his own eyes. Then, with a mighty shove, Ace's entire head was submerged in the water, alerting him immediately. Eventually, he came to his senses, realizing how drastic his situation was, and drove an elbow in to Droon's side. Afterwards, Ace proceeded to sweep out one of his legs and pull himself out of the fountain, before finally turning to lock eyes with his foe. "God damned, Droon! I nearly killed you, hell I should have!"

Droon hunkers over from the jab, but his constant smile remains "well, there are certainly a lot of people who would say I deserve it." He weaves with a laugh which quickly devolves into groans "ouch...laughing hurts. Heh-heh-ohhhh..."
When he finally straitens he tugs the lapels of his hoodie in a self-important manner, passing off as though nothing happened "nice to see you to then. Also, little reminder, you aren't wearing clothes."

Reverting slightly to his state of ignorance, Ace peered down upon his body, examining it carefully, and looking over himself. Eventually he decided that Droon was right; Ace wasn't wearing clothes. He looked at his fellow Shibusen and began walking vaguely in the direction of his home, giving Droon an incomplete signal to follow him, though Ace had no doubt that he would, regardless of any invitation. When they reached Ace's estate, a place whom's squatter had stumbled out of only minutes before, Ace collapsed on the floor, due to lack of furniture, and mumbled strangely: "Sit."

Droon looks up at the building with wondering expression "oh, very classy. I don't think you've ever brought me home with you before. Just you wait till Gunter hears about this place." At a word from ace Droon holds up his hands "mkay...?" He says, sitting "on a scale of one to Irishman-on-saint-Patrick's-day, how drunk where you last night?"