Heh. It's okay. I used to talk a lot, for my day job. Get sick of listening to my own voice. [That and, you know. It seems... rude? Almost like he's rubbing it in every time. Not that he feels that way when people forget or don't notice that he's blind, but. When in Rome.
He gathers up his loot, making sure it's not dragging on the floor as they head precariously towards the hallway.]
At least we have Miss Rosie, right? Otherwise with a pen and paper we'd be in trouble. ['A blind man trips over a mute woman into a bar' makes for an awkward cosmic joke opener.]
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He gathers up his loot, making sure it's not dragging on the floor as they head precariously towards the hallway.]
At least we have Miss Rosie, right? Otherwise with a pen and paper we'd be in trouble. ['A blind man trips over
a mute woman into a bar' makes for an awkward cosmic joke opener.]