"Hn?" Naoshi pauses his game and looks up, real eyebrows arched in surprise behind the fluffy black fakes on top of the black plastic glasses. He's the very picture of innocence behind that huge beak of a nose.

"What do you mean?"

Naoshi sees that incoming flick and panics aw come on he's not even being that obnoxious!

So more than just upsetting the glasses, Naoshi overreacts and flails backwards, sending himself and his whole chair ass over teakettle with a startled squawk.

Those glasses are definitely all askew now, hanging off one ear with the frame down over his cheek and the fuzzy eyebrow in front of his eye, an absurd appearance all told.

He fumbles free of his chair and gets himself clumsily seated upright on the floor, pulling the glasses all the way off. Still kind of leaves him with a look like the kitten that doesn't know why he just got squirted with the water spritzer, though. His expression is somewhere around sheepish and embarrassed, looking up at Homare from under the other's careful hand.