The Batter

“…Ah. Thank you for understanding.

Nods slightly- except of course, that couldn't be seen.

And Bingo was his name-o. Zacharie was rather pleased with himself for guessing correctly, not that the answer wasn’t blindingly obvious the second Batter tossed out that useful hint. Words were lost on the moment as Batter moved, and Zacharie sat upright, planting his feet on the seat part of the bench. Hm, what an important subject for Batter if he was so hard pressed in getting answers.

At the pause, he lofted an eyebrow in question, only to have his gaze blocked out by the pulled down brim of his hat. Scowling briefly, he simply reached up to jerk the cap back into its original spot, glaring directly at the merchant. He wasn't entirely in the mood for his games, not that he ever was, but with his lack of sleep there was little patience left for him to utilize. 

"You're completely blind, then?"

“What a funny question.” Zacharie responded, more considering the meaning behind it rather than his answer. Rocking from side to side, Zacharie looked to the sky for a reply, gripping the back of the bench with a slight lean.

Funny, maybe, but a lot of things seemed to be funny to the merchant. He shrugged, looking forward again right as the other seemed to lean back in his precarious position upon the edge. What is actually funny to see is the fact that the other is sitting on the wrong part of the bench, a dangerous spot if the Batter cared enough to say so.