"Don't get to comfortable here. You belong with us." Thought his smile didn't change, there was a steady, serious look in his eye for a moment. And just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and Lockon was on his feet heading for the door. "C'mon, go home."
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A hop, skip, and a jump, and our Meister's found themselves on familiar 'soil'. Lockon seemed a loosen a up a bit the moment his boots touched the floor.
"Ah, I feel better already."
It wasn't far at all, a supply closet with no lock. From behind a stack of toilet paper boxes, Lockon deftly pulled out what seemed to be a rather good looking bottle of whiskey. "And there we are. One party for two." With that grin it was impossible to tell if he was joking or...
Allelujah was quick to follow the older man across the Chalice and onto the Ptolemy; it wasn't until he saw Lockon's shoulders droop and relax that he realized how tense he was as well. His back was full of knots and tensed musculature... He grimaced. It would take a good massage to get all those kinks out.
When Lockon stopped at the closet, Allelujah just about ran into him before recovering his footing. "Lockon, what are you doing? This is just a-" The bottle of whiskey cut him off as it came into view, and he stared blankly at it for a second. Realizing his mouth was hanging open, he closed it, swallowed, and simply said, "Oh."
"Told you." He grinned at his friend. "She's got stashes all over the ship. Don't ask me how I know, alright?" He shrugged and chuckled softly. "You seem so surprised. We're all adults here aren't we?" He ribbed Allelujah softly. "But we better hide in my Quarters, if Miss Sumaragi catches me stealing her liquor she might be a might miffed, don't ya think?"
"O-oh, of course! Yeah, wouldn't want her catching you - us? - stealing her alcohol," he agreed, not quite thinking straight enough to really do more than just agree right now. He's just a bit bewildered right now, and without thinking he grabbed Lockon's arm like a child might grab for an adult's hand. Adorable.
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."
It didn't really strike him how strange it was for him to be clinging to the other man. He followed just behind, letting Lockon pull him gently along, and glanced at the surroundings. After so long on the Chalice, the familiar walls of the Ptolemy felt a bit alien. 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?"
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."
The pilot blushed a bit brighter, but raised his glass and slammed the drink back in obedience with the rules of a toast. That strong sensation that struck him was, of course, a little unpleasant at first but quickly formed into that warm feeling in his chest. He took a deep breath, held it, then breathed out with a smile. "You're too kind, Lockon."
"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.
Not one to skip out on the offer of a good drink, Allelujah filled his glass appropriately. That mildly-numb sensation that accompanied the burning in his chest was nice, making it a lot easier to relax. Without thought, he sat down next to his friend. In the back of his mind, there was the slight stir of Hallelujah, but he didn't seem terribly interested in the events occurring.
"So... to you, Lockon, and all you work for?" he suggested, grinning. Was he being coy? Hard to tell.
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.
Allelujah paused for a moment to consider those words, then shrugged and slammed the drink back. God, it tasted good; he felt a very slight buzz at the back of his head, warning him that the next shot might get him a bit tipsy.
"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?"
The out-of-place despaired look didn't escape Allelujah's notice, but at the same time it didn't feel right to pry. After all, they were Meisters... Each man had their own collection of secrets to hide. Lockon would tell him if he thought it was prudent.
"So... two shots down... what will we do with the ret of the bottle?"
"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 awfullyscary."
"Oh... I suppose that's true, isn't it?" he said. "Guess it'd be best to finish it." He filled his glass, slammed it back, then filled it and slammed again. "Ahhh... It burns..." he grumbles. That was plenty of alcohol to make him nice and tipsy, but it was going to take a minute for it to sink in.
"How protective is she about her alcohol anyway? I don't want Miss Sumeragi mad at me..."
"Don't get to comfortable here. You belong with us." Thought his smile didn't change, there was a steady, serious look in his eye for a moment. And just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and Lockon was on his feet heading for the door. "C'mon, go home."
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A hop, skip, and a jump, and our Meister's found themselves on familiar 'soil'. Lockon seemed a loosen a up a bit the moment his boots touched the floor.
"Ah, I feel better already."
It wasn't far at all, a supply closet with no lock. From behind a stack of toilet paper boxes, Lockon deftly pulled out what seemed to be a rather good looking bottle of whiskey.
"And there we are. One party for two." With that grin it was impossible to tell if he was joking or...
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When Lockon stopped at the closet, Allelujah just about ran into him before recovering his footing. "Lockon, what are you doing? This is just a-" The bottle of whiskey cut him off as it came into view, and he stared blankly at it for a second. Realizing his mouth was hanging open, he closed it, swallowed, and simply said, "Oh."
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"Told you." He grinned at his friend. "She's got stashes all over the ship. Don't ask me how I know, alright?" He shrugged and chuckled softly. "You seem so surprised. We're all adults here aren't we?" He ribbed Allelujah softly. "But we better hide in my Quarters, if Miss Sumaragi catches me stealing her liquor she might be a might miffed, don't ya think?"
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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 awfullyscary."
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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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