Ichi's eyebrows raise up when the glasses are placed on his face. The cane is held at his side, but he lets his grip wander to the handle and holds the longer rod out, gently tapping at a nearby seat. Reaching up, he traces the frames with thick, yet deft fingers, before tapping the dark lenses.
He drops his chin to his chest as he takes all this in, trying to make up his mind on what he thinks of it. He raises the end of the cane to point more out in front of him, before dropping it back to the floor, as if double checking the distance it gives him.
"We'll see. They block things." He taps the glasses. While he can't see light or dark, he's used to air and warmth falling on them. He's uncertain if it will change with them.
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Date: 2010-05-14 06:37 am (UTC)He drops his chin to his chest as he takes all this in, trying to make up his mind on what he thinks of it. He raises the end of the cane to point more out in front of him, before dropping it back to the floor, as if double checking the distance it gives him.
"We'll see. They block things." He taps the glasses. While he can't see light or dark, he's used to air and warmth falling on them. He's uncertain if it will change with them.