Star gazing is a thing. But Oboro prefers sky gazing.

He liked the different shades of blue when he looked above- and loved a specific shade of it. Whenever he saw it, it'd make his day more lighter and more enthusiastic of one.

Today, he's here with you. But his eyes keep shifting to you like a distraction, which he doesn’t do for other things or people. ...

You kept your gaze up, finding the interesting thing about this. Oboro took a sidelong subtle glance, before looking back up.

"Pretty, right?" He questioned with double meaning. You can answer it with anything- he won't refuse or disagree.

The sky is pretty, and so are you. Oboro implied both.