Geno's speech patterns are as followed:
'If with single quotes, he is using sign language,' (A lot of the times he will use ASL, and it will be assumed that the barista and/or someone else around has vocally translated what he signed)
"If in Italics and double quotes he is using the Text-to-Speech, and the T-t-S voice is speaking,"
Also 'The barista' even though I constantly bring her up isn't even a OC, she's just another side character for plot convenience (ie translating Geno's sign language) I think I might have at some point named her in my head, like Jen or Jule, idk. I just kept calling her 'the barista' though, so you know who she is.
Geno's POV:::
The bell on the coffee store door rings, and I step inside. The barista waves at me greeting me as usual.
"Morning Geno, the usual for ya?" She asked, and I nodded in response. She smiled and walked off getting the coffee machine started. I took my phone out, standing by the pick-up counter, scrolling though some messages. I hear the bell again and look behind me, seeing a figure wearing a black hoodie. He stumbles in holding a cane, moving it along the ground. I keep my eye on him, almost intrigued. He kept shuffling around being careful to not trip on anything, but manages to catch his foot on the side of a table falling face first, his cane slides across the ground. I didn't think twice on running towards him to help him up.
"Oww, shit. Heh that's gonna leave a mark," I pull him by the arm, hoisting him up. "Look at me: just walking into a coffee shop and already falling for people," He chuckled, I breathed out a small laugh as well. "Uh, thanks," I frantically pull out my phone and type in my Text-to-Speech app.
"Are you okay?" The monotonous voice rang out. I hated using this, but it's the only thing I have.
"Umm... I'm okay?" He seemed confused at hearing the voice. I tried to type in a quick explanation, but the stranger gave off an unsteadiness. "Uh, sorry to ask this but can you get my cane, hard to orient myself without it," I looked to the side, and see the cane on the ground, picking it up and hand it to him. "Thanks again. Nice... voice by the way," I once again went to my phone to explain to him, but this time the barista called out.
"Geno, here's your coffee," I sighed putting my phone away again. Walking over to the counter I pick it up, placing my hand near my mouth signing 'thank you' to her. "Sure thing," She smiles politely, then addresses the stranger who began to walk towards the counter. "I heard you fall again, Reaper,"
"Thanks," He said sarcastically, placing his hand on the counter to steady himself. "Can I get my normal order?"
"Yup, got a fresh pot going right now. It'll just be a minute," He nodded and compliantly stood there. I was about to turn and leave when I heard the stranger - Reaper - speak up.
"So your name's Geno?" I pull my phone out again and reply.
"Yes, and I take it you're Reaper?" He gave me another odd expression, slightly confused again.
"Don't like talking or something?" I was typing in my explanation again, but the barista interrupted.
"He can't talk, he's mute. He's using text-to-speech cause you make it painfully obvious you're blind,"
"Aww, thanks. Remind me not to get into a car accident next time," He sarcastically noted again. -Accident?-
"Pfft, get over it you baby," She noted. I sighed to her 'What accident?', and she looked at me strangely, still answering though. "The accident on the expressway, not far from here. Happened about 3 years ago, and it was a pretty nasty one too. There were a few other people sent to the hospital along with Reaper, but no one died as far as I know," I shuddered, realizing that was the same one I was in.
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