[Leo ages Tsukasa a thousand years. He's sure that he's 15 going on 50. The second assurance that he's loved coupled with the playful little bump manages to get him to glance over, both tired and confused all at once. Could this confusing, annoying, genius, pain of a Leader really manage to love him?
He won't think about it.
(There's still a slight blush on his cheeks anyway.)]
Mm, I see... I've never acted as a lyricist before. But I will do my best.
[His brow furrows as he tries to focus, thinking about what the topics of Knights songs have been before. Dedication. Loyalty. Chivalry. All the things that he'd already believed in... but he couldn't say the same things over again, could he?]
What I find important is... growing? Constantly improving, heading toward one goal and...
[It's a bit of a ramble, as if he's nervous to get to the heart of it, but... it's for the song, right? It's important. He really shouldn't skirt around it, that's not knightly at all. A pause before he turns to Leo, meeting his eyes with a certain, unshakeable kind of confidence.]
Being an equal to those that I admire - standing next to them proudly.
[ . . . ]
Oh!
[IS THIS WHAT INSPIRATION FEELS LIKE! He breaks their gaze to actually reach for one of the blank notebooks so that he can jot some lines down! Just like that, before it disappears.
no subject
He won't think about it.
(There's still a slight blush on his cheeks anyway.)]
Mm, I see... I've never acted as a lyricist before. But I will do my best.
[His brow furrows as he tries to focus, thinking about what the topics of Knights songs have been before. Dedication. Loyalty. Chivalry. All the things that he'd already believed in... but he couldn't say the same things over again, could he?]
What I find important is... growing? Constantly improving, heading toward one goal and...
[It's a bit of a ramble, as if he's nervous to get to the heart of it, but... it's for the song, right? It's important. He really shouldn't skirt around it, that's not knightly at all. A pause before he turns to Leo, meeting his eyes with a certain, unshakeable kind of confidence.]
Being an equal to those that I admire - standing next to them proudly.
[ . . . ]
Oh!
[IS THIS WHAT INSPIRATION FEELS LIKE! He breaks their gaze to actually reach for one of the blank notebooks so that he can jot some lines down! Just like that, before it disappears.
Ah, he sort of understands now.]