The Shadow is strong enough to pull him up, but any assistance eases the stress on his knees and lungs. He lets Ichi go once he's steadily on his feet, and rests briefly on the cane. "I'm fine." He coughs, rattlingly, and rummages in his pockets. "Cumulative damage. I'm an old man, that's all." He sounds mildly annoyed about it, and there is a strange, brief hissing noise combined with a deeper wheezing breath. He's not comfortable with the little inhalers the Clinics have given him, but Ichi can't see, and that lessens his embarrassment.
He swings the cane once, harmlessly, as he follows to the sofa. "That was instructive..." He leans the cane against the couch, and pours the last of the sake for Ichi, and more scotch for himself. The sake has cooled by now, unfortunately.
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Date: 2009-10-16 02:55 am (UTC)He swings the cane once, harmlessly, as he follows to the sofa. "That was instructive..." He leans the cane against the couch, and pours the last of the sake for Ichi, and more scotch for himself. The sake has cooled by now, unfortunately.