Chapter 87: The new teamate
"Good morning, Officer." A gentle voice greeted him.
Ravi paused and turned to look at the incarnation, "Good morning."
Who chose his clothes? Ravi suddenly thought as he took him in, ignoring the golden circle of his head, the long strawberry blonde coils were done in a low, messy bun.
He wore a light blue button-down shirt and v v-neck sweater that gave off a comfortable feel. The khaki trousers looked like they go on forever and a simple leather belt accentuated the look.
He looked very good this morning and blank green eyes stared at him.
"Good morning. I have a question."
"Ask away?" Malik said, there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"How do you get dressed? No, scratch that, I meant, how food you choose your clothes when you can’t see."
Malik’s lips twitched, people were very sensitive to those with disabilities, they tried their best to make sure not to trigger them or carelessly mock them. The reasons vary from social norms to empathy.
This neighbor of his acted like he had not been inducted into the social sphere of this world and yet Malik can not diagnose him as someone with antisocial tendencies.
Interesting, he thought as he smiled at him. His mind was still like a fortress. To conquer a fortress, a head collision was not necessary, you could tunnel under. He wanted to know just what secrets were behind that fortress, what were his pains and his deepest, darkest desires, not the faint ones leaking out, like how he so much wanted to rush to work now.