for a man used to heavy responsibilities-- taking care of another creature, & ensuring it a safe passage through its time in the world of the living-- gundam was very quick to lose some of his most prized possessions. unintentionally, of course, he'd already managed to ( what he excused himself with by calling it... ) " misplace " thrice this week some dear souvenirs of his.
this being the fourth time, gundam was becoing extremely disheartened, & now so exhausted with these relentless searches of his, that he decided he might as well ask for help from others. normally, he would despise having to rely on another for help, when he was as capable of solving his problems on his own as any other man was. but... four times? it seemed the gods had cursed him with misfortune.
❛ madam —— i require your assistance, feh. i am stricken with grief, for i have realized that i recently misplaced a relic from the pits of hell ---- a small item, it is only a single ring, but it houses great power. know you where i might seek to find it? ❜