> Rose and John: go out for a walk.

numburonepranksturrr:

alright! and the special for me, please.

You order with ease. Which, actually, was surprising since you haven’t had much human contact in months. You take both yours and Rose’s menu in hand and offer to the waiter, which she takes and saunters off. Leaving just you and your companion. You turn to her and offer a smile, although she couldn’t see it.

so, can you read braille? can menus even come in braille?

You offer John a laughing smile, which you don’t often do when asked something that relates to your condition, but it’s so ridiculous you almost can’t help but laugh a little bit.

John, do you think that I’d ever be caught dead being unable to read?  Yes, I can read Braille.  Unfortunately, most places don’t have anything that accommodates those needs, so most often I only use it to read for pleasure.

The Braille used to show room numbers and in other various capacities in many public buildings has been more helpful than I’d have surmised it would be, though.