An Egg.
....He wasn't quite sure how it got there. He wasn't even sure what kind of egg it was, thanks to his sight issues, but he could tell by touch that it was an egg, and it had some kind of card on it. Running his fingers across the card, he read the Braille inscribed there. "A gift?" He spoke out loud, momentarily puzzled. Shrugging, he picked up the egg, cradling it in his arms softly. Lothar murred inquisitvely, tugging on Luther's sleeve. "Yes, you can see." Kneeling down, he showed his partner the egg.
"Rai. Ra-rai."
"..That sounded approving, so I'll agree."
Luther stood up again, taking hold of the end of his Raichu's tail softly -this was how he mainly got around, because although he could vaguely see, it was very, very difficult. They were assigned to meet a new trainee today, show them around, stuff like that. It wasn't as if they were going to let him on a missions. Luther scowled. He was just as good as any other, sighted or not!
