[ leo remains on the ground, his fingers playing with a corner of a paper he can reach, the page in the notebook being raised up and down idly as he hums in thought. compared to his rambles from early, he seems much more muted—as if he'd worn himself out with his vocal streams of consciousness, but that obviously isn't the case.

his thoughts are just organizing themselves, and the rush of him being alone with them is ebbing away into a calmness now that someone's here to anchor him.

for however long tsukasa can manage that, anyway. ]

Mhhhmm. I was, wasn't I?

[ is that a question or??

he says it all so casually. ]

Sena was nagging earlier, and it hit me. [ aka i wasn't fucking listening, except i was, but what else is new ] There's nothing wrong with holding a hilt together, but maybe it's time I gave Suou his own sword...?

[ and now, he raises his hand, waving it in the air as his energy pitches higher. ]

Or something like that!