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srwug_alpha_rp2012-04-18 02:48 am
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So the days float through my eyes/ But still the days seem the same
"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?
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Lockon was a bit startled when he felt Allelujah's hand on his arm, thought he tried not show it. Instead he just smiled softly down at his friend, and tucked the bottle under his other arm. It was actually... cute the way Allelujah was now. It was almost staggering, to know the monster that lived inside this seemingly delicate young man.
Lockon strolled lazily through the halls, feeling so much more at ease now that back on the Celestial Being's own ship.
He slapped the button that opened the door to his quarters, and swing Allelujah in first with a warm laugh.
"So, how long has it been, ya know, since you've been in here?" He left the other man standing and rummaged in drawer till he found two chipped lowball glasses. Holding the glasses in one hand he deftly fills them.
"Here you are."
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He almost tripped as he was shoved gently into the room, and grinned a bit.
"Uhm... Hmm... it's been a long time. The last time I can remember was back when I'd just been introduced as a Meister... I remember being very nervous and jittery. The talk you gave me that day really helped me out, you know?"
Having some experience with whiskey before, the pilot raised his glass a bit and smiled. "So... Cheers, then?"
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Lockon was touched by this words, he always wondered if his peptalks where just a bother or not. It was good to know that what he did meant something to his friend.
"A toast then." He paused a moment to think, and then raised his glass. "To you Allelujuh, and to being back on where you belong."
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"Kind? I don't know about that." He chuckled softly. Allelujah was just... so sweet when he was like this. But Lockon wondered what the demon half of him would say in this situation. The idea didn't scare him in the least, in fact, he liked that side of Allelujah quite a bit. He was a beautiful contradiction.
Lockon delighted in the way the whiskey burned down his throat and sat warmly in his gut.
He plopped down on the edge of the bed with a happy sigh, and refilled his glass, before offering the bottle to Allelujah.
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"So... to you, Lockon, and all you work for?" he suggested, grinning. Was he being coy? Hard to tell.
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Lockon smirked,
"If you insist." He tapped the rim of his glasses to Allelujah's and tipped it back.
To me working at getting you drunk my friend.
"All I work for? We're still on the same team aren't we? Or are you planning on leaving us for your friends on the Chalice?" He held his glass between gloved hands, and looked at Allelujah questioningly.
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"Not so much that as... well, we all have our different goals, right? That's why Celestial Being made us Meisters," he mumbled, glancing at Lockon for confirmation. "I'm just hoping that whatever your reasons are... well, you end up satisfied. You know?"
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"My reasons..." Lockon looked down into his empty glass. How many times had he sought those very reasons in the bottom of this glass?
"I hope so too." For a moment there was a look of despair in his eyes, buried deep inside. But then his usual cheerful smirk masked it quickly.
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"So... two shots down... what will we do with the ret of the bottle?"
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"Drink it of course. That is unless, you don't feel man enough for the job." Lockon was baiting him, but he had always wondered what kind of man Allelujah would be when he was intoxicated. Alcohol had a way of being out the best and worst in people, all at the same time.
He filled his own glass greedily, and knocking it back with out pausing.
"Plus, what would happen if Miss Sumaragi found half a bottle lying about? I don't think you would to explain it to her, and neither do I." He chuckled a little, and leaned into Allelujah until their shoulder's barely touched. "Woman like her can be awfully</>scary."
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"How protective is she about her alcohol anyway? I don't want Miss Sumeragi mad at me..."
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"Oh, very, very protective." He lied, but the way Allelujah was drinking Lockon was certain any minute now this was going to get wildly entertaining. "She might keelhaul us right through an atmospheric reentry, or worse! She might take away our Gundams. The only reasonable course is to make sure she never finds out." Lockon laughed aloud and clapped his friend hard on the back.
"It's good to see you loosen up a bit Allelujah." He filled his glass again, trying to keep pace with him. Oh yes, he was starting to feel it now, the rush of warmth in his veins, the way the world began to rock ever so slightly, and the ideas of modesty started to melt away.
With out really meaning to, Lockon reached out and brushed a bit of hair away from from Allelujah's face on the right side, admiring how strange his one silver eye was. It was the sort of thing that he was thinking about, and hadn't really meant to do, but the alcohol made it easier to give into those kind of desires.
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Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...
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"Keelhauling was something pirates used to do in the olden days. If someone made the Captain really angry, They would tie a person to a rope that was looped around the whole ship, and they would throw him overboard and drag him under the ship and back up again." Lockon leaned in just a bit, to provide a stable plce for Allelujah to rest upon. He took the bottle and filled his glass, but instead of drinking he took a shot off the bottle, and then blinked confused. Oops, I got my hands mixed up. "But we're talking about a wooden sailing boat here, the kind that go in the water. It seems to me that death was nearly certain. Unless the man could hold this breath for a great amount of time." His arm moved around Allelujah's shoulder, gloved fingers sort of toying with the end of his hair.
"You know, I haven't felt this good in a long time. We should do this more often." There was a deep, happy sigh that escaped his lips, a drunken sort of pink on his cheeks, and a strangely affectionate smirk on his face.
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"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.
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"Well, like what?" It might have been a loaded a question, but he was interested what kind of things Allelujah liked. He didn't know much about him on that kind of a level, and this was as good a time as any to let the more timid of the two lead the way. Lockon was happy to sit and drink with him like this, what more did a man need than good whiskey, and good company?
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"I didn't know you wrote." He tilted his head to the side, with a look of surprise. "I would like that. I mean if you want to share it with me, I'd happily listen." Lockon was curious what kind of stories might come out of a mind such as his. "I don't do anything like that. I'm jealous of your talent." He filled his glass and knocked it back, coughing a little.
Ah there it was, Lockon closed his eyes for a minute, reveling in the floaty, twirling feeling. He used his teeth to pull of his gloves, and chucked them on the floor, finding himself to be quite warm. Next he shimmied out of the fur trimmed vest, and it too followed the gloves onto the floor. Once free, his arm went right back around Allelujah.
It was only then did it occur to him, what he was doing, but it felt do damned good to care. Damn the hangover, and damn the awkwardness they would surely share tomorrow, for now it just felt right.
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"I never knew..." Lockon smiled and put his hand on the side of Allelujah's head, pulling him near. "That you could be so soft." Forget the bottle, he was to drunk to care. Inside this room, behind a closed door there was no one to see them, so what did it matter. This strange paradise they had discovered was as intoxicating at the liquor that coursed through his blood stream.
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Topless, and drunk, this was so much better than he could have hoped for.
"You know, I never thought this day would end up like this. I never even hoped for this. But there's something... " Turning slightly, both arms came around Allelujah, pulling him close. The heat of his skin was singing a sirens song in Lockon's ear.
"... something I overlooked before. In you eyes. I can't put my finger on it but... now I don't want to let you go."
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"Mm... then don't," he suggested gently, lips inches from Lockon's chest.
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Lockon smile, and sort of flopped over, pulling Allelujah with him, so they where laying on the bed, facing each other. The smell of clean linens and whiskey, mixed with the scent of shampoo, and the delicate smell of man.
"Then I won't." A hand came down Allelujah back, resting on waist, Lockon looked down at him, smirking. He wanted to say something, to try and explain this weird feeling, but words where becoming hard to come by, everything muddled in his brain, and all her could hear was the thumping of his heart in his ears. Lockon had never wanted a man in his arms before, but something about this couldn't even compare to the way it felt to hold a woman. Allelujah was strong, and dangerous, and beautiful, and frightening. He was so much more than any woman could ever be. And to top it off, they where a team. Maybe fate had brought them together for a reason.
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