[His head tips slightly, considering that-- and eyes slide over to look at the ground, as though ready to see an eyeball staring up at him like a weird, freaky prank. But-- nope. There's nothing.
While he'd never exactly been close to Naoto, he's aware that she's not exactly the type for fanciful daydreaming or getting reality and fantasy mixed up. Then again...]
...And you've been sleeping, right?
[Because he could absolutely imagine her staring up way too late into the night working on some project or another and-- maybe dozing? Still a little unlike Naoto. But hey.]
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While he'd never exactly been close to Naoto, he's aware that she's not exactly the type for fanciful daydreaming or getting reality and fantasy mixed up. Then again...]
...And you've been sleeping, right?
[Because he could absolutely imagine her staring up way too late into the night working on some project or another and-- maybe dozing? Still a little unlike Naoto. But hey.]
What would a metal eyeball even go to?