[Not ticklish per se, only sensitive because he can't see. So he will jerk a little at the poking, but won't start giggling about it.
Christ, the Mr. Shades again.
As if his alert sirens weren't already blaring. With a grumble, he opens the door to the building, the warmth and the shouting inside spilling out from the threshold. Good insolation structure, which is good to know. He passes behind the line to buy the tickets and walks right into the entrance. 'HEY! You need to pay to watch the show,' he hears.
He tilts his head low, ensuring his eyes are visible over the rim of his shades.] Good thing I ain't watchin', then.
['O-oh.' The guy gets so shocked by it that he even lets Jinx pass, too. To be fair, he's navigating through the crowd so easily that it's sort of hard to tell that he's blind.]
Take it you want to go to the highest stands, for a better view?
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Christ, the Mr. Shades again.
As if his alert sirens weren't already blaring. With a grumble, he opens the door to the building, the warmth and the shouting inside spilling out from the threshold. Good insolation structure, which is good to know. He passes behind the line to buy the tickets and walks right into the entrance. 'HEY! You need to pay to watch the show,' he hears.
He tilts his head low, ensuring his eyes are visible over the rim of his shades.] Good thing I ain't watchin', then.
['O-oh.' The guy gets so shocked by it that he even lets Jinx pass, too. To be fair, he's navigating through the crowd so easily that it's sort of hard to tell that he's blind.]
Take it you want to go to the highest stands, for a better view?