[ there sure is mutual spoiling here, huh. so much that there's something like a chuckle that cuts through the now stopped muttering, and tsukasa'll definitely be able to feel the curl of leo's lips at the reassurance, the kiss on his forehead, the way tsukasa shudders, squeaks, tries to play it off. he doesn't even flinch when fingers hit a tangle—they're undone gently, and the rest of it feels nice enough that he wouldn't make a big stink about it otherwise.

"i'm hungry," tsukasa says, and leo still doesn't move right away. he's still kind of on "it's perfect", which is true, but also a little limiting... perfect implies that it just won't grow to be something more than it already is, and already leo thinks that things will increase, increase, increase... rather, wouldn't it be nicer to say that it'd never be perfect?

oh, wait, right. tsukasa's hungry. he pushes himself up again, this time completely off of his boyfriend; now his place is sitting right beside him, still holding onto one hand. ]

Sure! [ hair still down, he tilts his head a bit, amused. ] I almost forgot there's a world outside of here, hahaha! Getting kidnapped by your bed's definitely more alarming than getting kidnapped by aliens... that's a trip I might not come back from!

[ hahahaha! he leans forward again, in an action that seems completely opposite to what he's just said—but he's really just reaching with his free hand to brush at the strands of tsukasa's hair he can reach comfortably, returning the favor that's been given to him, before he leans back and waits for whenever he's going to get up.

he can wait. ]