Dashing across the rooftop, Emil jumped off the edge. She flew over the street, over a low fence of a small park and over a bench with someone sitting on it. Grinning, she rolled once to avoid the hero landing and rose to her feet striking a pose of a gymnastic.
Turning her head toward the boy, she frowned. Someone jumping from over your head like that would be a sure way to startle people, but this guy seemed not taken aback the slightest bit.
Emil took a wheezing breath in, grinning from ear to ear.
Could it be he was… blind?
Bor, her sparrow friend, landed on top of her head as Emil trotted to the bench and plopped beside the boy. “Hello~” She almost purred. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror this morning, because I must say your whole presence radiates with an almost blinding glow.”
Chessy enough? Emil tried to keep her tone serious, but she was roaring with laughter on the inside.
Rogan felt the displacement of air, but as it didn’t come anywhere near him and wasn’t some attack, he would have felt the intent of such a thing by this point in his training he’s sure of it, he doesn’t really react. He’s more worried about what he’s struggling with anyway. Running his fingers across the braille for the nth time, he lets out a shuddering breath of annoyance and frustration, barely forcing himself to not squeeze the poor Den Den for something that isn’t it’s fault.
He was going to get those bastards back for this, once he figured out the number. Or hell, if he didn’t, he’s planning on trying to find the assholes ‘aura’s’. He’s sure he was only left alone because they had gotten to port at an island and their commanding officer had told them to go have fun. Apparently the fact he was the youngest on the ship and ‘innocent’ meant he wasn’t allowed to participate and was the butt of yet another shitty joke that had been a false advertisement of ‘training’.
He’d have to remind them later how, just because he was blind, it didn’t mean he couldn’t still kick their asses to kingdom come if he wanted to do it.
When he’s joined on his bench, he blinks his milky almost sea-foam coloured eyes, even though it’s a useless action that would change nothing by this point. Turning his gaze to where he senses a person beside him and hears them, Rogan raises his right eyebrow that has an obvious scar line going through it and down across that eyelid. What was- Oh. Ohhh.
“If I’m blinding you made my world go dark, because darling you’re the most ravishing light around right now.”
He says with a grin that has quickly replaced his scowl, one that has grown to shit eating proportions as he speaks.
Never before has he met anyone else with his semi-new disability- and perhaps with the same thing his commanding officer had mumbled about being called ‘observation haki’. Was it wrong to have such high hopes? Probably, but if this person was just as blind as he was, well, he wouldn’t be alone on that aspect anymore.
Though wasn’t a civilian person least likely to activate haki? Who exactly was he talking to he wondered. Whoever it was had an even bigger presence than his own or his commanding officer combined.
