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?

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Lockon still held him tightly, with out falter. And the pleading looking in the boys eyes almost scared him, the way it made him feel. But it was the right thing to do, to wait. They could stay like this all night if that's what Allelujah wanted, but Lockon had no intention going going further. There was no need to rush.

But all the same, whatever this was, Lockon knew that come tomorrow there would be alot of thinking he was going to have to do. But not now. Not tonight. For tonight they could bask in the beauty of the moment, reveling in the sensations and feelings, and warmth.
He kissed him back, parting his lips slightly, sliding his tongue between them shyly, taste the sweetness of Allelujah's mouth. It was a hot and breathy kind of kiss, and despite his words, the start of a moan slipped out. It was obvious he was enjoying himself more than he should.
"You'll thank me tomorrow. But you don't have to go. In fact I'd like it very much if you didn't."
He brushed at Alleluah's bangs again, careful to not upset the part in the middle, and only pushed a few strands of the right side of his face behind his ear.

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"Alright... I'd like to stay too," he murmured, clinging gently to the man and tugging him down gently on himself. "Just promise me you won't let me think tonight was a mistake, okay?"

He sighs gently as their lips roll together, delighted in the taste of the hot lips, the scent of whiskey on Lockon's breath, the slight tickle of flesh touching... Truly, perfectly wonderful.