#ngierevos

    “Uchuu..? Fufu, seems quite inteRESTING. Very well, I shall try aGAIN.” Natsume chuckles, nodding in approval at the eccentricity of vaguely muttering one word.

      “Leader,” Eyebrow furrow in distress, and Tsukasa closes his eyes as he notices that his senior stays still. Not at all sporadic, and not animated with the task of composing new songs inspired by menial things such as the shoes left in the shoe locker. He always counts on his leader to be spontaneous, to annoy him to no end, and in the times where he is more somber than completely all over the place... it alarms him. When he needs to, he’s serious and really, a true master and wise. His ideals and goals of the unit clash Narukami-senpai’s-- and Tsukasa is more inclined to lean toward the second year’s desires, even if he doesn’t like to voice it out loud.

      “You look like you’re in deep thought,” He finally continues his line of thought, albeit dumbly, “is... there something wrong?”