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trans_92011-01-30 12:20 am
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I've been high; I've been low [Open]
Wandering the ship had quickly become boring - surprising, considering how large it was compared to the Ptolemaios or his limited, secretive movements on Earth. He'd never really known what to do with his free time as a Gundam Meister. Visiting the graves only took so long, and he couldn't stand to be there longer. The Sensoriums had quickly become disgusting. As much as they helped, he couldn't help but be constantly conscious that they were mere illusions, replicas of things that he had known and seen and, to some extent, cared for.
Even a small task would help. Which is exactly how he latched onto Setsuna.
Surprisingly, when he came out of the changing area bearing scissors and towels, the tools of his accidental trade, Setsuna was already there, waiting patiently, washing his hair. Grinning, Lockon sat down next to him and waited, splashing water idly over his bare skin.
He was just waiting for Setsuna to either say something or finish so they could get on with the haircut.
Even a small task would help. Which is exactly how he latched onto Setsuna.
Surprisingly, when he came out of the changing area bearing scissors and towels, the tools of his accidental trade, Setsuna was already there, waiting patiently, washing his hair. Grinning, Lockon sat down next to him and waited, splashing water idly over his bare skin.
He was just waiting for Setsuna to either say something or finish so they could get on with the haircut.