Location: Anywhere
Chaska let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his dark locks, his eyes blankly staring at the paper down in front of him. A paper that was written in braille. Chaska was wearing his contacts that help hide his blindness...Hating when he could practically feel the pity radiating off of people who he didn’t know. So the fae has taken steps to guarantee that his disability isn’t very likely to be caught.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me?” Chaska asked with a grunt. Unknown to the other, a snake was curled up beneath the arm of his jacket. Chaska’s head turned towards the direction that the snake had silently told him the other was staring, the contacts making his eyes look a little more alive.
“Haven’t you ever been told that it is rather rude to stare?”


















