AN: Hey everyone, as always, I've forgotten the most important rule of writing. As pointed out by a reviewer, I need to show and not tell. Thank you for this, I might not have realized without this review.

Just for a little context, I always forget this early in a story. As I get more comfortable in this story, I will hopefully rid myself of this horrible habit.

Anyway, on to chapter 2, where there will be much more showing and less telling. This chapter will actually be a first person chapter. I'm not sure how often I will do POV's. If I'm doing a first person chapter, the POV character will be stated at the start. If a story is a POV, it will not switch to third person, it will stay first person until the next chapter.

Chapter Two: A Blind Man Walks into a Bar

POV Character: Saffron

The ship was far too cramped for me, I was glad to rid myself of it. I think Fabre was glad too. I looked to Fabre and inquired, "What do you think?" He looked back to me but didn't reply.

I shifted my cane and glasses, making sure the glasses were covering my eyes properly and securing my grip on my cane. I tapped my foot, observing my surroundings. Just like the ship; a bunch of weird and, for the most part, surprisingly sweaty teenagers were flowing through the path leading to the school. Thankfully they weren't quite so cramped together, like on the ship I had to deal with.

These other people were so weird, strangely greeting each other and… touching each other' hands. It was quite distressing for me, I wasn't quite sure if Fabre was even paying attention to half of the things that were happening. I heard the mumbles of conversation, no distinct words but talking, nonetheless.

I looked down to my right arm, a cane in hand. The cane was of a hard wooden material, though I had never known exactly what type of timber it was; my parents had bought it for me. I flexed each finger, feeling the metal creak along with them. Occassionaly, a small gust of steam would escape from the joints in the gauntlet that covered my arm. The hand was pretty basic, just being a smooth metallic fitting. The arm, however, was bulky but quite sleek for its design. The gauntlet ran up to my shoulder, filled with pistons and valves, much larger blasts of steam broke through. I could hear each cylinder extend and retract and each cog whir together with the next. It only made me feel more alienated from the others.

Suddenly, my ears picked up some words. I focused in, trying to identify the voices. One sounded like a man's voice, smooth on the ears, with a friendly and confident tone. The other was quite muffled, harder to distinguish from the general chatter but I could make out some words; it sounded foreign and curious in ways but had a slight firmness to it, it had also sounded male in tone.

They stopped…

"Fabre, what are you doing?" I said, as I looked to Fabre and realized he had gone as stiff as a stone, staring at something. I followed where he was looking and found a strange, fox like mask. With small ears carved on top and a snout sticking out. It was supplemented by a full body, hooded robe. Very basic, I thought but that wasn't what I was worried about, at all. All I knew was that the mask and Fabre were having a staredown. I noticed the other boy was doing what I was doing: looking between the two to try and figure out what the heck was going on.

Fabre suddenly started to let out small cries, moving behind me, I asked him, "What's the problem?" I ruffled his hair, trying to calm him. Yet again, there was no answer, not a single sound, other than the weak crying.

I looked back, seeing that the mask was now staring at me or through me. "Come on Fabre, we can't hide from them now." I said, as I dragged him over to the pair. He violently urged to retreat, still not making a noise; he tried to find footing to stop me from dragging him but to no avail. We, eventually, reached, what I thought was, an appropriate range to make conversation from.

The boy in the mask didn't seem like he was going to give an explanation any time soon. His mask was directed at me now, it had a slightly sad curve carved into its mouth but was almost emotionless, it kind of creeped me out. I could see a weird lining, covering his body, like wiring running around his entire being; it almost looked like his main nerves had been put on the outside.

I went to prod the wiring, it didn't seem like he was going to stop me. As I ran my fingers ran across it, it felt brittle and stiff and, even though it seemed metallic at first, it felt like a living thing; kind of like vine tendrils had viciously wrapped around its prey. This was all accompanied by an awkward silence. Yet again, Fabre had no intention of doing anything to break it. Neither of the boys seemed to, either. I kind of laughed in my head; no matter how much we looked at each other, only Fabre's eyes were visible, the rest being covered by one thing or another.

As much as I wanted to say something, I couldn't, my body had frozen up. Even my mouth was incapable of moving. Suddenly, the boy with glasses started to say something.

"A blind man walks into a bar," he paused, making sure the proper effect was given, this kind of joke was common, to say the least. "And then a table and a chair." He snorted a little bit, I didn't really know how to react.

"Straight out there with the blind jokes before we know names, what a great first impression." I started to smile a little bit, I could hear Fabre panting now, holding out his tongue.

I mumbled to him, "Fabre, don't be so embarrassing!"

"No one was going to say anything, I thought I would lighten the mood." He held out his hand, probably expecting me to return my hand… which I did. As he took my hand, I could feel his soft skin touch mine; it was beautiful. He slowly bowed his head and softly pressed his lips against my hand. I could feel myself blushing hotter than a forest fire.

"Moss," he motioned to Persi, "and this is Persi." He leaned into my ear, "Just excuse him, he's not much of a talker." He looked to Fabre. "May we know your names?" He said, as he leant into pat Fabre's head, where my hand had also, absent-mindedly, found itself. I felt his hand touch mine again and I felt my throat catch as I tried to get something out past my embarrassment.

Eventually, I managed, "Saffron," our hands were still on Fabre's head, "Fabre." I leaned in to Moss, "He's not much of a talker either, he gets shy around new people."

Moss chuckled a little bit, I could hear Persi coughing, muffled through the mask. "Well, dogs don't usually talk, I think that stays with Humans and Faunus."

"Yeah," I said weakly, "and usually blind jokes aren't told when blind people are around." I continued, kind of shyly. I don't know why but I felt embarrassed.

"Oh…" Was all he said.

Fabre let out a playful bark.

AN: Oh my god! The most uninteresting plot twists ever. It turns out, Fabre is a dog and Saffron is blind. lol.

I tried to improve on the showing for this chapter. Introducing the third and fourth character, was quite enjoyable.

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Until next time, this is Mossman, have a beautiful day!