"Only sound and smell. Have a big light put in your eyes and say it's just light." Ichi snorts quietly, irritated, as he forces himself out onto the pavement, the cane tapping down. He's thankful for the quieter break as he hears it hit the hard ground, and he pulls the cane in close, to keep any other pedestrians from tripping on it. He reaches back, verifying the location of the door, and that it's closed. He takes a breath, the air in his chest is tight from the odd smells, the scent of gasoline fumes and ozone burning his unaccustomed senses.
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Date: 2010-05-16 04:50 pm (UTC)