I asked him, still trying, and failing, to look directly into those weird eyes.

He paused and scanned everyone in the room with his weird eyes.

The one who had threatened the doctor with claws lowered his weird eyes toward the ground and stood very still.

Especially if the person she had to talk to was a night manager with weird brown eyes.

Kept looking at me with those weird eyes of his, like he could see right into me and knew what I was thinking.

Or perhaps it was just the usual look of her rather weird eyes.

He stared into the weird gray eyes behind the mask.

They were weird eyes, like living beings in themselves; for their owner was invisible.

His weird gray eyes peered solemnly into Jack's blue ones.

One glance into those weird eyes was all I could handle.