Duncan was once again walking into the main enterence of the school. He knew he had little time left in this building, his graduation fast approaching. Shoes calmly tapped along the floor as he seemed to remain idle for a moment. He wasn't one to normally wait around in this part of the school in the morning, but he couldn't help it this time. They had recently chosen to install some window flower boxes and plan life in this room, the flora like a siren song for the blind boy. Duncan could just smell that they werent properly grown or currently cared for, his stomach turning at the fact. Flowers were his pride and not, so he couldn't just leave them to die as they were quickly going to. With permission from the staff. Duncan was allowed to tend to the plants in the lobby, the blind boy seeming to be rather well behaved and good at it.

He moved calmly over to the plants, tending to them that morning as if it was normal. He moved about from plant to plant, one unable to tell he couldn't see a thing going on around him. On occasion one could hear him say things to the flowers under his breath, but it was hard to hear unless they had over sensitized hearing like Duncan. As he was trimming dead leaves from a small orchid, he picked up on the sound of someone new entering the area. He had ignored it for the most part, the foot steps sounding like that of school staff. He was unaware of the time or if it was now students walking into the room. Duncan just kept doing what he loved, tending to flowers.

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