[A few stops and starts later so he could catch his breath and keep his balance, along with a lot of muttered complaining (muttered in an attempt to avoid making Trowa feel too bad about this...), they did make it to Duo's place. He ran his hands through his rough bangs, thinking to himself that he was lucky there was an elevator in these places, and headed in.]
Hey, Haro. C'mon out.
[The black, basketball-sized ball robot rolled its way into the living space. The apartment was cluttered with mostly useful looking items, but it was fairly organized and neat... definitely a mechanic's place.]
We're gonna be heading over to Trowa's for a while.
Roger! Roger! [It flapped at them, eyes blinking in response.]