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."
"Well, I'm glad y- wait, what?" Allelujah blinked, then looked down at the smeared lipstick, then back to Lockon. It took a moment, but the moment it clicked his face was suffused in a bright blush. "L-Lockon! I don't even have lipstick..." He grumbled, not even realizing how he might be incriminating himself.
Allelujah grumbled a bit and picked up his book again, burying his face into it to hide the burning blush on his lips. "You're mean, Lockon..." he grumbled, curling up a bit. "I swear, I always end up making myself look bad when you're around."
After a small sigh, he lowered the book just enough to show his silver eye. "I guess one of the girls got ahold of him. They've been doting over him since... at least when I got back, I don't know if they'd been doing it longer."
"I guess... sometimes I wonder if you only tease me because Tiera and Setsuna wouldn't have the sense to be embarrassed..." That, and Tiera had already done his cross-dressing for the group. "Anyway, I think the eyelashes will come off... don't most of them come with some built-in glue that wears off after so long?"
He tilts his head to the side, eyes still meeting Lockon's. The grey bangs tilt slightly to one side, partly revealing the golden iris - though without it's usual violent flames. After a moment, Allelujah realized they were staring deeply into each others eyes, and looked down with a slight cough as yet another blush overtook his cheeks.
Allelujah lifted the book; it wasn't anything particularly entertaining, just a brief history of the Earth within the last hundred years. "Unfortunately, we don't have too much to read here on the Chalice right now, so I have to settle for the dull stuff," he said with a small smile, leaning forward.
He brushes one strand of hair from his eyes, and leans forward. "What about you? Anything interesting keeping you up at night?"
He slowly arched an eyebrow, smiling and leaning forward. The book was set quickly to the side, and his silver eye sparkled with mirth. "Aren't I a bit young for that?" he reminded the older pilot, chuckling. "Besides, wouldn't that be back on the Ptolemy?"
"Well, about two weeks ago, when I was debriefed," he admits, smiling wanly; was Lockon being friendly, or was there something else to it? The blush was back. "Uhm... I guess I'll follow you then?"
"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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After a small sigh, he lowered the book just enough to show his silver eye. "I guess one of the girls got ahold of him. They've been doting over him since... at least when I got back, I don't know if they'd been doing it longer."
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He tilts his head to the side, eyes still meeting Lockon's. The grey bangs tilt slightly to one side, partly revealing the golden iris - though without it's usual violent flames. After a moment, Allelujah realized they were staring deeply into each others eyes, and looked down with a slight cough as yet another blush overtook his cheeks.
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He brushes one strand of hair from his eyes, and leans forward. "What about you? Anything interesting keeping you up at night?"
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