Who: Dream and Arthur What: Random encounter Where: Streets When: Evening Warnings: Not likely Status: Closed
The summer heat dried out his eyes and he often took his contacts out at the end of the work day and wore his glasses for the rest of the evening. It wasn't ideal, but it kept him from rubbing at his eyes, and he didn't actually mind his glasses.
But his vision wasn't as sharp with the lenses sitting on his face instead of actually in his eyes. His depth perception wasn't quite as reliable. And it was entirely too easy to misjudge the space between himself and another person.
He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as someone was walking toward him on the sidewalk. He veered left as that person went right, and they inevitably bumped shoulders. "Sorry," Arthur groaned. he hated being at fault for, well, anything.