It’d been a few days since this strange alien boy had crash landed in your backyard. He wore a blindfold which covered his eyes, which you assumed to be strange since he was keen on keeping them covered.

He had a watch like device that made him capable of speaking a little English, but talking was still hard. You walked into the kitchen to him mumbling and holding his finger.

“Shit..” he cursed before looking up at you, “Cut finger.. it hurt..”