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[electro_kinetic]

Noriko comes into the bar and promptly slouches down into a booth with a small notebook and a pen, and a very new glasses case getting shoved over towards the wall. It does contain glasses, and they're not horribly ugly, she's just pissy about it.

Don't mind her antisocial attitude over there, it's not terribly contagious.

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[coral_sandhu]

A small person with glasses nearby is digging away at a block of gritty stuff.

[electro_kinetic]

It's not that Noriko has something against anyone wearing glasses; just herself, because she's all of twenty and loss of fine focus due to photokeratitis is not a thing she really should be experiencing. Especially given it's her own mutation that did it.

Hence the pissed-off attitude. But watching the younger Sandhu girl (she has no idea what that one's name is) digging happily at what looks like a sand brick is sufficiently distracting to last her a little while.

[coral_sandhu]

Coral breaks through the block and sees the dinosaur's head.

She looks a bit alarmed for a moment, then checks the packet, and breathes.

"Oh, they're meant to be dead skellingtons."

[electro_kinetic]

"What'd you think, you were getting real dinosaurs out of a brick?" Noriko asks, perhaps more sarcastically than she means, but still it doesn't come out any more than just a little short.

[coral_sandhu]

Coral looks up, and goes a little bit red.

"The sea monkeys hatched for real." she says. "And they were dry too."

[electro_kinetic]

"Yeah, dinosaurs don't really take to being freeze-dried," Noriko replies.

[coral_sandhu]

"I don't mind I just wanted to make sure they hadn't died." Coral says, digging at it a bit. "I'm gonna call this one Rory."

She notices the glasses case. "Do you wear glasses too?"

[electro_kinetic]

"As of yesterday, yeah," she says. "And no, they're not dead. Those aren't, because they weren't alive in the first place."

[coral_sandhu]

Coral comes over to look at the glasses.

"Ooh, these are pretty!" she takes her own off and puts Noriko's on.

[electro_kinetic]

Coral might notice that Noriko's glasses don't have a lot of augment factor to them; they're only reading glasses, though they are noticeably magnified from her ordinary vision. That's the part that angers Noriko, because she can tell it's different.

"Yeah, I'm not happy about having to wear them."

[coral_sandhu]

"Oh. I like that I can see better with mine on." Coral offers. "If someone grabs my glasses I can't see well and it's scary."

[electro_kinetic]

"Well, I can see fine," she says. "But to read small print I have to wear the glasses, because my eyes are damaged."

[coral_sandhu]

Coral puts her own glasses back on.

"I have special glasses for reading too, but they're green." she says.

[cook_the_rude]

"You opted against contact lenses, I take it," Hannibal says, conversationally, as he wanders by. He's possibly sloppy by his standards today, wearing a grey sweater and comfortable slacks, and no jacket.

[electro_kinetic]

"Oh, good, you're still here," she mutters, letting her head fall back to thud against the backrest of the booth. "Because my evening would be so incomplete without someone coming by to bitch about my wearing the glasses I don't want."

For the record the glasses are stylish! Cute, even! She's just less than thrilled.

[cook_the_rude]

"Don't you want to see clearly?" Hannibal asks. "Then why did you get them?"

[electro_kinetic]

"I want to not have vision loss predicated on photokeratitis, and I got the damn things anyway because I was told it would get worse if I didn't. I want to go blind even less than I want to be wearing glasses," Noriko says.

[cook_the_rude]

"But at the moment, you are acclimatising yourself to the presence of the case?"

[electro_kinetic]

"At the moment I'm getting used to something on my face," she says dryly. "What're you going so casual for?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I felt like it," Hannibal says. "These clothes are just comfortable. The institutional clothes they are making me wear are a bit stiff."

[electro_kinetic]

"What, they don't carry your special fabric softener in the mental institution? Sad," she comments.

"Which is I assume why you're here bothering me." Instead of, say, bothering an orderly. Or someone.

[cook_the_rude]

"For fabric softener?" Hannibal says. "Well, they won't let me wash my own clothes, either."

[electro_kinetic]

"For whatever reason it is you're bothering me," she says. "I can understand not trusting you with a Cuisinart, but a washing machine is taking things a bit far."

[cook_the_rude]

"I don't even get to wear my own clothes," Hannibal says. "So I am glad when I do at last, in here."

[electro_kinetic]

"And you're going with solid grey. No more plaid?"