[ oh. while tsukasa's thinking about that, leo's thinking about something else entirely. his lips are pressed together, and he waits, obviously wanting to say something but uncertain on whether or not he should.

that was like... two steps backwards. no, no, no good at all. so in the silence of lyric writing, leo leans forward again, his chin on his knees and arms outstretched in front of him as he taps on the floor. ]

Hey, hey, before all of that... Inspiration isn't like composing. Can't teach you either of them for different reasons... But saying you don't have a lot of inspiration is wrong. We're not the same, right—you wouldn't wanna be me anyway, 'cause you're you, but we're both still people! And people have a lot within them, y'know?

[ especially knights when they're not fucking unconscious in a coffin or breaking laws (or maybe especially during those moments too who the hell knows), which means suou's definitely included in leo's list of "people who sparkle".

now that that's done: ]

Now, lyrics! More... [ can he join in the english train, since they're bonding with Things They Do, kinda? yes, with an accent that's horrible: ] shameless! And at the end, I can tell you about that something new.

[ stop leo

don't listen to him. ]