Uuuu... [ Unfortunately, Leo is currently one of the numerous people that got stuck in the rain, miserable and wet, the high-collared hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head. It hasn't stopped him from looking a bit like a drowned cat, though, sulky and cold and wishing that he was back in Sena House and under the kotatsu with Little John and her babies. He hasn't figured out how to use this weird new power that he got, not yet, but he's not sure if it would help him to - to create an umbrella, or whatever. ]
You'd thi~nk if the aliens were going to kidnap someone, aaaall over again, they'd do them the favor of giving them an umbrella..!
[ ok leo
Snuffling into the collar of his hoodie, he crosses his arms with a hmph, his shoulders hunching up. And then there's a little ha... ha... just before he takes an even sharper, more sudden breath and sneezes abruptly and loudly. ]
Ugh! This is the wor~st, where's Sena!? He'd have tissues, and an umbrella, even if he'd be a great big nag...
[ A more pathetic sniffle, and he turns to the nearest person. Sorry, person. ] Ne ne, you don't have a tissue, do you? [ sniff ]
C.
[ But this - this is more his style!
Delighted, after observing others going on the mats before him, and harassing somebody nearby to tell him more about it, Leo is keenly interested in seeing what the readout is for him and anybody that he can snag. This... will be literally anybody that he can snag, honestly, especially anyone that he finds to look particularly interesting. (Read as: a majority of people, since he knows literally no one that he's come across so far.) ]
You, you there~! Yes, you!! ☆
[ So he swoops up to whoever might slow down out of curiosity, or inconvenience of people nearby that may be in their path. He's not tall, and he's pretty scrawny looking, but he's astoundingly strong - all of his weight comes from wiry muscle that he's honed via wrestling moves that he pulls out of nowhere. Thankfully, he doesn't whip any of those out now (yet), and instead snags a poor, unsuspecting victim by the wrist, eyes bright and up to something. ]
You're looking for love, right? Right? Surely you must be, and lucky for you, you've run into the king! ☆ Let's see if you're the perfect match! Wahahaha!! ♪
E.
[ Leo being Leo, he's... well, we apologize in advance for the fact that his thoughts are an unending stream of literally everything that pops into his head. All of it has the undercurrent of music, compositions that he's thinking about whether he's already written them or hasn't penned out just yet. Everything isprettycatchy, at the very least, so you have that going for you, probably. He is goddamn talented, after all.
... unfortunately, he sucks at lyrics. So there's also a lot of nonsense, along the vein of childish, immature narration of literally everything he's doing at the moment or observations that he's having. This ranges from stupid shit like aliens~ the aliens came for me again, so uchuu to them~ because, yeah, he's going to stick with the whole "alien abduction" shtick that he's used and transfer it here.
Eventually, though, he gets a little annoyed: ] hey hey hEY you guys are being really really loud and it's realy really distracting!!! the naked king can't get an~y work done if you're going to keep doing that, so you'll have to be punished nobody wants that, right? riiight? so behave before the inspiration leaves me and i'll have to do something about it ☆
WILDCARD.
[ Honestly, you will 50000% find Leo at the Chips! prompt, and running around writing on various surfaces as inspiration strikes. Hit me up here or at folklores if you've got an idea. ♥ ]
leo tsukinaga | ensemble stars!
Uuuu... [ Unfortunately, Leo is currently one of the numerous people that got stuck in the rain, miserable and wet, the high-collared hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head. It hasn't stopped him from looking a bit like a drowned cat, though, sulky and cold and wishing that he was back in Sena House and under the kotatsu with Little John and her babies. He hasn't figured out how to use this weird new power that he got, not yet, but he's not sure if it would help him to - to create an umbrella, or whatever. ]
You'd thi~nk if the aliens were going to kidnap someone, aaaall over again, they'd do them the favor of giving them an umbrella..!
[ ok leo
Snuffling into the collar of his hoodie, he crosses his arms with a hmph, his shoulders hunching up. And then there's a little ha... ha... just before he takes an even sharper, more sudden breath and sneezes abruptly and loudly. ]
Ugh! This is the wor~st, where's Sena!? He'd have tissues, and an umbrella, even if he'd be a great big nag...
[ A more pathetic sniffle, and he turns to the nearest person. Sorry, person. ] Ne ne, you don't have a tissue, do you? [ sniff ]
C.
[ But this - this is more his style!
Delighted, after observing others going on the mats before him, and harassing somebody nearby to tell him more about it, Leo is keenly interested in seeing what the readout is for him and anybody that he can snag. This... will be literally anybody that he can snag, honestly, especially anyone that he finds to look particularly interesting. (Read as: a majority of people, since he knows literally no one that he's come across so far.) ]
You, you there~! Yes, you!! ☆
[ So he swoops up to whoever might slow down out of curiosity, or inconvenience of people nearby that may be in their path. He's not tall, and he's pretty scrawny looking, but he's astoundingly strong - all of his weight comes from wiry muscle that he's honed via wrestling moves that he pulls out of nowhere. Thankfully, he doesn't whip any of those out now (yet), and instead snags a poor, unsuspecting victim by the wrist, eyes bright and up to something. ]
You're looking for love, right? Right? Surely you must be, and lucky for you, you've run into the king! ☆ Let's see if you're the perfect match! Wahahaha!! ♪
E.
[ Leo being Leo, he's... well, we apologize in advance for the fact that his thoughts are an unending stream of literally everything that pops into his head. All of it has the undercurrent of music, compositions that he's thinking about whether he's already written them or hasn't penned out just yet. Everything is pretty catchy, at the very least, so you have that going for you, probably. He is goddamn talented, after all.
... unfortunately, he sucks at lyrics. So there's also a lot of nonsense, along the vein of childish, immature narration of literally everything he's doing at the moment or observations that he's having. This ranges from stupid shit like aliens~ the aliens came for me again, so uchuu to them~ because, yeah, he's going to stick with the whole "alien abduction" shtick that he's used and transfer it here.
Eventually, though, he gets a little annoyed: ] hey hey hEY
you guys are being really really loud and it's realy really distracting!!!
the naked king can't get an~y work done if you're going to keep doing that, so you'll have to be punished
nobody wants that, right? riiight? so behave before the inspiration leaves me and i'll have to do something about it ☆
WILDCARD.
[ Honestly, you will 50000% find Leo at the Chips! prompt, and running around writing on various surfaces as inspiration strikes. Hit me up here or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
folklores if you've got an idea. ♥ ]