#naoscaireofdynames

[ferutogureisu]

naoscaireofdynames

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Feldt had grown up among Haros - they had been charged     with keeping her out of trouble and entertained many times     as a child, and as she got older, they had become a source     of comfort when she had few friends to rely on. Orange     Haro had always been her favourite.

But he was also Lockon's partner, and there was no room     for selfishness in that. Quietly, the pink haired girl offered     up the cheery robot in her outstretched hands.     "Please take care of him."

[purpleinnovades]

Neil leaves a bowl of milk for both of them. "Sorry I took so long, you two must be thirsty."

They both stretches as they get up from their curled position. Both were quite thirsty but did not show it much. "I do not mind as long as you give me a compensation in return" Regene purrs out with a pleased look."I do not mind, and thank you." Tieria says quietly as Regene takes the bowl and starts drinking from it. Tieria starts drinking a while later.

[setsunafreakinseiei]

Our muses are police officers and must interrogate a suspect using the good cop/bad cop routine. I’m the good, you’re the bad.

They caught him snooping around their very much secret rendezvous point. He was a blond, medium-framed man who they managed to take down using a tranquilizer dart. Sumeragi thought that the best way to figure out who sent him and where he came from without revealing themselves as Celestial Being was to pretend to be police officers.

Setsuna thought he was a bit young for the endeavour, but out of the CB members readily available on location, Lockon and himself were the most capable physically in case something went wrong. The instructions from Sumeragi were for Lockon to be the more aggressive interrogator, and Setsuna, with his "excellent poker face" should be the nicer one.

"Ready to start?" He asked Lockon before opening the door.

[e-0057]

Who would have thought // Lockon & Allelujah

A simple trip back to a city he thought he'd never find himself in again proved to be a kind of painful trip.

The lithe man was walking down the sidewalk when he caught a glimpse of a face he thought was long gone, his heart ached a bit as he forced himself to take a double take and surely enough he wasn't seeing things. Allelujah b-lined to the man he noticed and grabbed him by the shoulder; spinning him around "L-Lockon?" his voice trembled in disbelief, his friend who he was certain he had lost such a long time ago was standing before him, he couldn't believe it.

"Is it really you Neil?"

[quantumseraph-blog]

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He saw a projectile coming toward him and his immediate reaction was to try and dodge — but it was large enough (especially if counting the cloud of particulate matter), and thrown from close enough range, that the attempt was futile, and the bulk of it collided with the side of his head.

His instincts left him sure it was going to be painful — but it wasn't.

In that instant, he realized it was flour.

He glared up at his partner in this project, flour clinging to his face and hair. How was he even capable of being serious during missions, when he went and did things like this in his downtime!?

More importantly...how did he not stop to think it might be dangerous to startle him!? Tieria would have hated himself if he ended up hurting him over this.

"...Lockon Stratos, what compelled you to do that!?"