[Naoto doesn't seem to be holding anything that he can see-- but she's got her little toolkit out, so what does he know? He'd come up from behind the bench, stooping down low to look over Naoto's shoulder while she clutched something tight, expression almost-- pained?
When she relaxes, he straightens up again, an eyebrow raised.]
You seeing shit now?
[also hello how are you doing. He uses those ridiculously long legs to step over the back of the bench and onto the seat, and then down again onto the ground, just to flop back onto the bench seat next to her, hands stuck in his pocket the whole time.]
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[Naoto doesn't seem to be holding anything that he can see-- but she's got her little toolkit out, so what does he know? He'd come up from behind the bench, stooping down low to look over Naoto's shoulder while she clutched something tight, expression almost-- pained?
When she relaxes, he straightens up again, an eyebrow raised.]
You seeing shit now?
[also hello how are you doing. He uses those ridiculously long legs to step over the back of the bench and onto the seat, and then down again onto the ground, just to flop back onto the bench seat next to her, hands stuck in his pocket the whole time.]