[ She stares at him because maybe... before opening the door to the rooftop, eyes initially downcast to avoid the sudden glare of the sunlight. It's quiet up here. Empty. Grimy with years of built up dirt. And it's hot with the sun almost directly overhead and the only thing able to cast shade being the this thing that Rina taught me is called a bulkhead, but only a foot or so of it on one side.
It's that sliver of shade that Maya stands in, leaning back against the wall.
What does she think... Natsume hitting his head and dreaming all this up is a strong candidate. ]
Like I said before, it's the atmosphere. When I say "open your eyes" I don't mean the ones in your skull. Think on things, rather than taking everything literally, especially an experience like that. Interpret it as you would a dream.
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It's that sliver of shade that Maya stands in, leaning back against the wall.
What does she think... Natsume hitting his head and dreaming all this up is a strong candidate. ]
Like I said before, it's the atmosphere. When I say "open your eyes" I don't mean the ones in your skull. Think on things, rather than taking everything literally, especially an experience like that. Interpret it as you would a dream.