[ oh.

for a moment, leo's surprised by the statement, eyes widening and lips pressing into something like a pout (of thought, of disappointment, who knows). cliche? nono, it was definitely cliche, wasn't it? that was definitely the enemy of creativity, and that's concerning, he was just stating whatever came to mind, but maybe a little bit of cliche isn't too bad in that case and hmm, that feels soothing, what's—

—oh, that's tsukasa's fingers through his hair, and his derailing train of thought derails some more until it just grinds to a stop. or maybe it's just exploding in the background, that seems to be more fitting with how leo operates.

either way he leans closer, closer, making more strands accessible for tsukasa's fingers as his eyes slide shut. he's not going to purr or anything, but he's not too sure what he was thinking about. words and things? songs and nice and this is nice and... ah, right. ]

Nicer, [ he mumbles, sinking, moving to the crook of tsukasa's neck and kissing there, but he also just lingers. ] It's going to be... There's genius and geniuser, you know? [ wow that sure is a word ] Ahh, that's not it—?! If I'm really getting cliche, I need to—

[ now he'll go ahead and be unintelligible, murmuring fragments of phrases. ]