trans_9 | I've been high; I've been low [Open]

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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.

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"What exactly are you fighting, Setsuna?"

"Stacy. Or rather, the part of her coding known as The Warden," he amended. "Everyone on the ship, including the government, military, and even the... gentler AI persona of Stacy are all slaves to that program.

"I'm going to destroy the Warden." And he meant those very words.

He ended up pointing at his omnicomm. "Everything you need to know is in there."

Lockon stared at it for a moment before replying. "And then what, Setsuna?"

"The conflict between the Daligig and the Ohm continues to escalate. I think that calls for an armed intervention."

Lockon sighed heavily, ruffling Setsuna's hair with a smile.

That got a minorly annoyed noise out of Setsuna. He never did enjoy being patronized.

"Read." It'll all make sense then.

"Maybe later. I still need to teach you how to shave." He ran a hand over his own chin, still mostly smooth from his most recent shave. Why did his young charge have to spring these things on him?

He had to keep you on your toes somehow, Lockon.

"...I know how to shave."

He just... wasn't very good at it.

"Then why are you asking me for help?"

Do not bring logic into this conversation, Lockon. :|

"I take it you're not carrying an extra razor."

"I just use a knife."

A blade was a blade.

More dramatic sighing. Really, kid. He began digging around in his basket.

"Here," he said, finally coming up with a new razor - the only one in the basket, and luckily new. "Use this."

Setsuna scrunched up his face as he looked at the razor. Lockon really expected him to use that... thing?

He gave Lockon a look, a slight variance in his lineface that translated to you're shitting me, right? But when no tell-tale sign of Lockon pulling a prank emerged after a few seconds, he grabbed the handle of the razor and inspected it closer.

He had to wonder who would think of something like this. It was wasting several blades, you couldn't kill anyone with this.

"You use it... uh..."

Setsuna didn't see how. The blades would only barely touch his skin.

But, he'd give it a shot. He just needed a little lather.

"You... Ahhh! This would be easier if I had one too!"

...

"You can borrow my knife."

Lockon makes a face. "Nah, that's okay. But you keep that one I gave you. It's safer and easier to use."

Setsuna gave him a slightly confused look, like a child who was silently asking but what's wrong with knives? It was one of the rare times he almost looked positively innocent, and only he could pull it off while basically asking what was the problem with holding a deadly weapon against your face.

And he really didn't know, which was the kicker.

Regardless, he shrugged off the confusion, and after lathering up his face briefly, he decided to use that... thing Lockon had the gall to call a razor, with a downward stroke on the right side of his face. It was smooth, so much so that he pulled it away to look at it, as if questioning whether or not it actually managed to cut anything.