Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck / Some nights, I call it a draw

[haro_and_firing]

1] It had been a long time coming really, and now the Meister did what he could to prepare himself for this long sleep.
Three weeks, that's how long he would have to stay locked in that tube while his eye was regrown. He hated to think of what might happen while he was out of reach, out of touch with the whole world, in that god forsake tube.
He held Haro in one arm, and despite the careless smile on his face, he seemed to be looking for someone. He popped in and out of rooms, poking his head in with a sheepish grin when his query could not be found. There where just a few loose ends he needed to tie off before he could do this with a clean conscious.


2]

Standing in his civilian clothes, in front of his Gundam, the brunette seemed preoccupied, as the little orange Haro rolled around, singing some chip-tune as he went that sounded rather like a matching cadence.
"Looks like it's going to be a few weeks, buddy. You better be right here where I left you when I get back." Lockon put a gloved hand against the cold Gundaminum of the Dynames. "We made it this far together, maybe we can change the world."