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
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."
"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.
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?"
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."
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.
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?"
"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..."
"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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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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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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"So... to you, Lockon, and all you work for?" he suggested, grinning. Was he being coy? Hard to tell.
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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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"So... two shots down... what will we do with the ret of the bottle?"
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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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