The glasses I'd hastily purchased from a corner store actually sat more comfortably on my face than the other set. But they still managed to give off a professional enough look, despite not costing me very much.
> Just the looks of intrigue from the old cashier. As someone dressed in an outfit that might not usually enter their establishment at this time of day did just that. <
Still, they felt rather foreign after a lifetime of perfect vision. You'd think I'd be more accustomed to ignoring the edges of things in my eyesight by now, but it's actually *compounding* the issue I've always had with the blue misty edges of the system interface!
By the time I hit the lobby of Lunarizon Tower, there was only a tiny part of me left that cared about how stupid this all was. For one, I've told her so much and now I'm just waltzing into her place of power.
