@townwxtch: “can i ask… what happened?”
A HAND, IN WHAT SEEMS TO BE AN ABSENTMINDED ACTION, LIFTS TO GENTLY PROD THE FLESH BENEATH HIS EYE. It is barely covered by the maroon lenses fixed atop his nose; the hideous discolor of black & blue seeping along his cheekbones is akin to poison lurking beneath the skin. “This sweet thing?” He waves away her concern with a wave of a hand, pulling on that disarming smile of his he often used. It was a means of distracting a person’s concern, just long enough to get their mind off the fact that a blind man looks like he just came out of a boxing match. “Tried opening a jar of pickles, nearly knocked myself out in the process. Careful with those jars, they truly are dangerous.”









