Allelujah was currently laying on his bed, propped up against the wall with a book in his hands, reading through it slowly. There was the slight sound of rolling metal, then a small clank as something pushed open his door. With a surprised frown, Allelujah glanced up from his book to see... nothing. His door was slightly open, but otherwise he noted nothing important.
"What in the...?" He paused, brow furrowed, then shrugged and turned back to his book. Before he could even begin the next line, however, there was a small "clink" at the base of his bed. He turned to look down at the floor, and in turn the source, and saw...
"Oh man, Lockon is not going to like this..."
The Haro had rolled it's way into Allelujah's room sans owner, but what stuck him as more important was that the mechanical ball had clearly been in the hands of one of the girls. There was blush, false eye-lashes, eye liner, and even some smears of what he presumed to be lipstick. Eyes wide, Allelujah picked up the Haro to look at it. "Lockon won't like this at all
Oh shit. Allelujah stared up at Lockon, eyes wide, sweat beginning to bead at his brow. "W-wait, Lockon, this isn't what it looks like! I just- he just- I mean-"
The poor guy was flustered and embarrassed: What the hell did he say to prove he wasn't at fault here? "He just... rolled in here like this."
Arika thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I haven't, but I can help you look!" She looked down at the dog on the other end of the leash. "Kaze, you wanna help look?"
Philip looked up from his book when he heard Lockon coming down the hallway (just in time, actually, since his legs were in perfect position to be tripped over, which he moved out of the way).
[A Haro you say? A ball like robot with a funny voice and a tendency to roll around? Vlaska is now doing his best to chase the orange machine with cheerful meows.]
Oh, but not all robots are like that. Some of the robots on Cosmic Ark are just simple machines, but most of them are real people or animals who live, eat and sleep! I'm one of those, obviously.
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"What in the...?" He paused, brow furrowed, then shrugged and turned back to his book. Before he could even begin the next line, however, there was a small "clink" at the base of his bed. He turned to look down at the floor, and in turn the source, and saw...
"Oh man, Lockon is not going to like this..."
The Haro had rolled it's way into Allelujah's room sans owner, but what stuck him as more important was that the mechanical ball had clearly been in the hands of one of the girls. There was blush, false eye-lashes, eye liner, and even some smears of what he presumed to be lipstick. Eyes wide, Allelujah picked up the Haro to look at it. "Lockon won't like this at all
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The poor guy was flustered and embarrassed: What the hell did he say to prove he wasn't at fault here? "He just... rolled in here like this."
That didn't sound suspicious at all.
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"WOOF!"
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"Haro? You are the owner of one of them?"
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Play. Play.
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No. I. Play. with. Ha. Ro.
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