lunaplenas
「⛤」—» When your senses were heightened to a superhuman, almost supernatural, level, it became several times easier to pick out the people who were... different. Whether it be a subtle scent, a timbre of voice, or even just the way their muscles slid together under their skin, Matt could tell when someone was special. When someone was unique. All four of Matt’s working senses were constantly attuned to picking out these kinds of people, and when it happened, it was his job to find out just what kind of different they were, whether it be with a mask or without it. If the person in question wasn’t deemed a threat, Matt would let them go on their way. But, if they were...
So when he encountered something off, something unnatural, it immediately piqued the blind man’s interest. Matt’s head swiveled, catching the sound of the stranger’s approach as the lawyer’s steps slowed, finally coming to a stop before a propped-up sign standing before an open door where the rich scents of cooked food spilled out. As the stranger passed, Matt allowed his hand to drift from his side, snagging the back of the boy’s shirt.
❝ Would you mind reading me what this says? ❞ comes the question, fingertips lightly placing themselves upon the top of the sign as sightless gaze is fixed upon the stranger.
