Just Trying To Live

“…pa?” *they mumbled, rubbing their eyes* “why does it smell like fish in the kitchen?” *they asked, walking closer to you to have physical contact*

@that-one-blind-kid

⠦⠠⠔ ⠍⠁⠙⠑ ⠞⠥⠝⠁ ⠍⠕⠥⠎⠎⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠊⠎⠓ ⠏⠊⠑⠲ ⠠⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠽⠦⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠞ ⠞⠁⠎⠞⠑⠎ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠓⠕⠥⠛⠓⠲⠴

“…pa?” *they mumbled, rubbing their eyes* “why does it smell like fish in the kitchen?” *they asked, walking closer to you to have physical contact*

@that-one-blind-kid

⠦⠠⠔ ⠍⠁⠙⠑ ⠞⠥⠝⠁ ⠍⠕⠥⠎⠎⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠊⠎⠓ ⠏⠊⠑⠲ ⠠⠙⠕ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠺⠁⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠽⠦⠴

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

“Yea… ‘m fine…” they muttered, yawning a little and reaching out for him to grab his hand. “You’re okay? Not hurt?” They asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t loose someone else.

"Yes, I'm fine. All in one piece."

▪︎ Matt gently takes Winter's hand in his own, his voice is gentle, reassuring.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

"You don't have to worry about me."

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠁⠇⠺⠁⠽⠎ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠓⠕⠍⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴

"I'm right here, honey."

▪︎ Matt let's them check, his heartbeat is calm, steady, and very alive.

⠦⠠⠞⠓⠑⠝ ⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠊⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠝⠑⠭⠞⠲ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠽⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠲⠴

“…can I sleep in your bed tonight?” They asked, just wanting to be close.

"Yes, you can."

⠦⠠⠔ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠊⠝⠞⠑⠝⠙ ⠞⠕⠂ ⠝⠕⠲ ⠠⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠎⠓⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑ ⠗⠑⠎⠞⠲⠴

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

“Yea… ‘m fine…” they muttered, yawning a little and reaching out for him to grab his hand. “You’re okay? Not hurt?” They asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t loose someone else.

"Yes, I'm fine. All in one piece."

▪︎ Matt gently takes Winter's hand in his own, his voice is gentle, reassuring.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

"You don't have to worry about me."

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠁⠇⠺⠁⠽⠎ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠓⠕⠍⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴

"I'm right here, honey."

▪︎ Matt let's them check, his heartbeat is calm, steady, and very alive.

⠦⠠⠞⠓⠑⠝ ⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠊⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠝⠑⠭⠞⠲ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠽⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠲⠴

“…can I sleep in your bed tonight?” They asked, just wanting to be close.

"Yes, you can."

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

“Yea… ‘m fine…” they muttered, yawning a little and reaching out for him to grab his hand. “You’re okay? Not hurt?” They asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t loose someone else.

"Yes, I'm fine. All in one piece."

▪︎ Matt gently takes Winter's hand in his own, his voice is gentle, reassuring.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

"You don't have to worry about me."

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠁⠇⠺⠁⠽⠎ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠓⠕⠍⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴

"I'm right here, honey."

▪︎ Matt let's them check, his heartbeat is calm, steady, and very alive.

⠦⠠⠞⠓⠑⠝ ⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠊⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠝⠑⠭⠞⠲ ⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠁⠝⠽⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠲⠴

“…can I sleep in your bed tonight?” They asked, just wanting to be close.

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

“Yea… ‘m fine…” they muttered, yawning a little and reaching out for him to grab his hand. “You’re okay? Not hurt?” They asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t loose someone else.

"Yes, I'm fine. All in one piece."

▪︎ Matt gently takes Winter's hand in his own, his voice is gentle, reassuring.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

"You don't have to worry about me."

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠇⠇ ⠁⠇⠺⠁⠽⠎ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠃⠁⠉⠅ ⠓⠕⠍⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠽⠕⠥⠲⠴

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

“Yea… ‘m fine…” they muttered, yawning a little and reaching out for him to grab his hand. “You’re okay? Not hurt?” They asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t loose someone else.

They were clean now. Clean clothes, clean hair, even detangled their locs, leaving their natural hair alone for a little while which resulted in a puffy Afro.

It was nights like this when Matt wasn’t home that they got scared. Another mission, another night, another wound. Their Matt died fighting, they were terrified this one would too. Winter was so caught up in fighting sleep and in their own anxieties they didn’t hear the apartment door open, looking over only once they heard someone familiar.

@that-one-blind-kid

□ Matt had just gotten back from a walk, that doubled as patrol.

■ It was a slow night.

▪︎ Matt walks back inside, leading Peace into the apartment.

□ Peace stops shortly after they make it inside.

▪︎ He removes the dog's service vest and places it on the side table, two taps signal she's off duty.

■ Peace darts off to Matt's room, content to spread out across the bed.

▪︎ Matt pauses hearing them in the living room, walking across the room, he kneels at their side.

⠦⠠⠺⠊⠝⠞⠑⠗⠂ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞⠦⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠍⠽ ⠝⠁⠍⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠓⠑⠺ ⠠⠍⠥⠗⠙⠕⠉⠅⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠝⠁⠍⠑⠦⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠁⠎⠎⠥⠍⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠍⠑⠁⠝⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠝⠕⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠎⠞⠁⠽ ⠑⠊⠞⠓⠑⠗⠲⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠍⠽ ⠝⠁⠍⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠓⠑⠺ ⠠⠍⠥⠗⠙⠕⠉⠅⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠝⠁⠍⠑⠦⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠁⠎⠎⠥⠍⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠍⠑⠁⠝⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠝⠕⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠎⠞⠁⠽ ⠑⠊⠞⠓⠑⠗⠲⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠍⠽ ⠝⠁⠍⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠓⠑⠺ ⠠⠍⠥⠗⠙⠕⠉⠅⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠝⠁⠍⠑⠦⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠁⠎⠎⠥⠍⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠓⠁⠞ ⠍⠑⠁⠝⠎ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠝⠕⠺⠓⠑⠗⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠎⠞⠁⠽ ⠑⠊⠞⠓⠑⠗⠲⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠍⠽ ⠝⠁⠍⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠓⠑⠺ ⠠⠍⠥⠗⠙⠕⠉⠅⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠝⠁⠍⠑⠦⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠍⠽ ⠝⠁⠍⠑ ⠊⠎ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠓⠑⠺ ⠠⠍⠥⠗⠙⠕⠉⠅⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠉⠁⠇⠇ ⠍⠑ ⠠⠍⠁⠞⠞⠲ ⠠⠺⠓⠁⠞⠄⠎ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠝⠁⠍⠑⠦⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

"You're very welcome."

▪︎ Matt smiles, resting his chin against the palm of his left hand.

⠦⠠⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠺⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠊⠞⠂ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠍⠁⠅⠑ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙⠎ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠕⠺ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠏⠁⠽⠊⠝⠛ ⠊⠞ ⠋⠕⠗⠺⠁⠗⠙ ⠊⠝⠎⠞⠑⠁⠙⠦ ⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠺⠓⠑⠝ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠊⠝ ⠝⠑⠑⠙ ⠕⠋ ⠁ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠁⠝ ⠏⠁⠽ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠞⠓⠑⠍ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠂ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠙⠕ ⠊⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠓⠁⠞⠄⠇⠇ ⠃⠑ ⠑⠝⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴

"One order of that for my friend here."

▪︎ When he gets their order he balances the cups in one hand and carries them to a table, helping them into the seat, sliding their drink over, and guiding their hand to it.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠕⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕⠂ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠗⠑⠍⠑⠍⠃⠑⠗ ⠊⠞⠄⠎ ⠓⠕⠞⠲ ⠠⠞⠗⠽ ⠝⠕⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠃⠥⠗⠝ ⠽⠕⠥⠗⠎⠑⠇⠋⠲⠴

"You are good to go, but remember it's hot. Try not to burn yourself."

Even through it all it seems like their main goal has been to try to hide from you specifically while still being close by.

@that-one-blind-kid

▪︎ Matt steps out of the apartment building, white cane clicking across the ground with each step he takes. He smiles, hearing the heartbeat nearby, gently calling to them.

⠦⠠⠽⠕⠥ ⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠰⠠⠔⠅⠝⠕⠺ ⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑ ⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑⠦ ⠠⠺⠓⠽ ⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠞⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠕ ⠍⠑⠦ ⠰⠠⠔⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞ ⠃⠊⠞⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠄⠍ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠁⠃⠕⠥⠞ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠕ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠲⠲ ⠰⠠⠔⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠕⠧⠑ ⠊⠋ ⠎⠕⠍⠑⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠑⠝⠞ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠕⠝⠑ ⠺⠊⠞⠓ ⠍⠑⠲⠴

⠦⠠⠔⠎ ⠊⠞ ⠁⠇⠗⠊⠛⠓⠞ ⠊⠋ ⠰⠠⠔⠞⠁⠅⠑ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠦⠴

■ The shop is warm, cozy, only a few patrons at this time of day. They get through the line with only a few minutes of waiting.

⠦⠠⠕⠝⠑ ⠗⠑⠛⠥⠇⠁⠗ ⠓⠕⠞ ⠉⠓⠕⠉⠕⠇⠁⠞⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠁⠝⠙ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠍⠽ ⠋⠗⠊⠑⠝⠙ ⠓⠑⠗⠑⠂ ⠓⠕⠺ ⠙⠕⠑⠎ ⠍⠁⠗⠎⠓⠍⠁⠇⠇⠕⠺⠎⠂ ⠺⠓⠊⠏⠏⠑⠙ ⠉⠗⠑⠁⠍⠂ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠎⠏⠗⠊⠝⠅⠇⠑⠎ ⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠦⠴