So the days float through my eyes/ But still the days seem the same

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"HARO!? Haro! Where is that stupid thing?" Lockon puts his hand on his hips, looking quite bewildered. His orange Haro seemed to be missing, and proved to be quite an elusive target at that.
"How exactly dose a robot just run away like this?" Sighing to himself, he shook his head and put his hands into his pockets. "HARROOOOOOO! Where are you!?"

Lockon is looking everywhere! In the Gym, and in the hanger, in the mess hall and in the quarter's hallways, on the Chalice and on the Ptolemy. Care to help a meister out? Or is it you who is in possession of his Haro?