And these children that you spit on /As they try to change their worlds

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1) Now that Hixar has finished working on the Dynames, Lockon was eager to try it out. The cockpit stands open as he runs through simulated firing situations, many from their own part battles. Mostly, he's not doing so hot, but it seems to be getting better quickly.
"Dammit." He slams his fist against the Gundam's control seat and shakes his head, still not happy with his own preference.
"I guess that's all the punishment I can put myself through for one afternoon. Let's go get some dinner Haro."
Haro flapped happily as Lockon scooped him out of the cradle and began to climb down to the hanger floor.

2) Later that evening you might find Lockon walking the halls, almost pacing, the same sqaure of corridors in the Chalice, stroking his chin with a gloved hand, deep in though.
Behind him Haro rolls happily, twirling and bounce every now and then, and whistling every now and then a little tune that sounds surprising like an old american trivia show's theme music.