[Ironically, he hadn’t even thought about choosing any of this for himself. It was proof of how he didn’t think Ai was the sort to view him as some kind of dress-up doll, or mindless machine that couldn’t think for himself. He simply trusted her want to help him, and saw it as nothing more than that: a friend helping another friend.
But the idea is curious, and he turns around to look at where some frames are placed on a sleek rack — they’re decorative glasses, existing for the sake of fashion only.]
All right.
[He strides over to them, looking the frames over. There are so many to choose from, but eventually Connor tries on a pair. Black, thick-rimmed glasses that have square-shaped frame, to compliment his facial structure.
It’s strange feeling, to have something on his face like this. But he tilts his head in the small mirror set next to the rack curiously.]
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But the idea is curious, and he turns around to look at where some frames are placed on a sleek rack — they’re decorative glasses, existing for the sake of fashion only.]
All right.
[He strides over to them, looking the frames over. There are so many to choose from, but eventually Connor tries on a pair. Black, thick-rimmed glasses that have square-shaped frame, to compliment his facial structure.
It’s strange feeling, to have something on his face like this. But he tilts his head in the small mirror set next to the rack curiously.]
…How do these look?