[ yeah, he is a little too absorbed in the explosion of creativity to register tsukasa's first compliment, or the understandable complaints. there's only his lyrics, the message, the little spark tsukasa's words and confident gestures started, that's quickly turning into a fire.

but eventually, he does stop. not completely willingly, but because another thing cuts through his inspirational daze. that is, tsukasa's voice, and when leo hears the slight preview of what they've made together he... well, first he lets his pencil linger in the air, as if frozen in time. then his eyes shut, and he takes in the line, repeating it in his mind, assessing it and letting his imagination fill in the rest of what may come.

and you know, for once, he really doesn't think his mind is doing what may come enough justice at all-- ]

Hmmm. A little longer at the end... [ a small hum. ] A little more... And I don't even think flying too close to the sun'll stop us! Wahaha! What do you call Icarus without melted wings?!

[ because it'd been a pretty apt description for him before, but right now he's not so sure. right now all he knows is he needs to hear more, and he pulls a notebook into his hands, extends it to his current muse. ]

Here, here! Try... "Please welcome me home"!