It was only a few hours later that Nata started to stir, he never did sleep long or at lest not without waking up every so often. He wasn't because he was having nightmares or he worried, just that he was programmed that way to avoid being captured by the enemy. It was completely natural, or as natural as something could be for a NPC. Snuggling more into his pillow, so much better then the hard surface of the kitchen table he dozed off on once or twice. Wait, why wasn't it the kitchen table? Processing...
Stirring again, Nata let out a soft grunt before slowly letting his crimson eyes flutter open. It took awhile for them to forcus, the room was so bright he almost found himself wanting to withdraw further under the cover like a turtle with it's shell. Instead, he lifted his arm and rubbed at his eyes with one of his gloved hands, trying to rub away sleep. Why was he in a room, where did the kitchen go? Hopefully, Mukuro wasn't worried. He could feel something pulling gently at his hair, but it took a moment for him to react and turn over to face who ever was next to him. Blinking he came face to face with an all to familiar albino twirling one of his own blue locks around her finger. Nata was actually a bit surprise to see her, after all...he did kind of fall sleep in the middle of their conversation. "Near...?" He whispered still slightly drowsy.