[ Ignis makes a noise of recognition. Impaired. He doens't exactly like thinking of himself with any sort of deficit, no matter how minor it might be. He'd gotten glasses to correct vision that was passable, but not perfect, after all. ]
It is, though it is manageable. I prefer the clarity my glasses offered, but I will adapt without them if I must.
[ His vision is only a little blurry at the edges, and occasionally he has to squint over distances, but he'll adjust. Or so he tells himself. ]
this friendship is so precious
It is, though it is manageable. I prefer the clarity my glasses offered, but I will adapt without them if I must.
[ His vision is only a little blurry at the edges, and occasionally he has to squint over distances, but he'll adjust. Or so he tells himself. ]