"Dime. Ten cents." He can't pick out that kind of sound in this crowd, but trusts Ichi to. "That makes Twelve cents."
Ichi's usual ambling pace through life is a marked contrast to the constant insomniac bustle of the city. On the other hand it is a mark of New Yorkers that they are inclined to ignore whatever does not affect them personally, and thus the crowd has been simply flowing around them, as if they are so much a piece of scenery, worthy of no more attention than it takes not to run into them. The Shadow is often forced to curtail his usually long strides to match, but it suits his purposes that they should be unremarkable and ignored.
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Date: 2010-07-16 04:10 pm (UTC)Ichi's usual ambling pace through life is a marked contrast to the constant insomniac bustle of the city. On the other hand it is a mark of New Yorkers that they are inclined to ignore whatever does not affect them personally, and thus the crowd has been simply flowing around them, as if they are so much a piece of scenery, worthy of no more attention than it takes not to run into them. The Shadow is often forced to curtail his usually long strides to match, but it suits his purposes that they should be unremarkable and ignored.