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For a day Auggie almost forgot completely about, his birthday had been pretty nice. That was, of course, thanks in no small part to Annie's insistence in celebrating it, something he hasn't really done in a lot longer than he'd care to admit to.
But Annie's off doing her own thing now, at least for a while with her classes (he's already skipped his first one, but then, he's only a student in that one, not a teacher), and he finds himself hanging out in the rec room with a quickly cooling mug of coffee. He has a few things he needs to do before Annie shows up again, but for right now, he's pretty content where he is. Even with the jukebox apparently refusing to play anything but Happy Birthday, which he can only assume is directed at him.
He considers trying out the bookshelf to see if there's any books there written in braille (he'd had luck once before, and hey, maybe it'll happen again because this place might take it easy on him given what day it is), and he moves to put the mug down on the coffee table he knows is in front of him. It's then that he first notices something that he's sure wasn't on there a few minutes ago.
Eyebrows knitting, he places the mug next to the item (and not on top of it, like he'd almost done), and carefully picks up what he's discovered, He'd recognized it immediately when his hand had brushed against it, but now, running his hand along the side of the device, he's certain. It takes only a moment for him to find the switch to turn it on, and one end of the cane lets out a beam of light, making a grid pattern on the coffee table he was pointing it at. He feels the familiar shudder of it in his palm as it immediately recognizes the obstacle and alerts him to it.
"Happy birthday to me," he murmurs to himself as he stands up with it, his other cane still on the couch next to where he'd been sitting. On a whim, he does a swipe of the area just because he can, and then stops when he feels the telltale rumble that indicates he's pointed it at someone who just walked in. Sheepishly, he lowers it hurriedly, just in case he's flashing the thing in someone's eyes. It's not particularly bright, but he knows it probably can be annoying. "Sorry about that."
[OOC: Timed to this morning, definitely a good time to meet him. For reference, the cane portion of his sweet (absolutely hi-tech) device looks like this, and the grid it's emitting looks like this.]
But Annie's off doing her own thing now, at least for a while with her classes (he's already skipped his first one, but then, he's only a student in that one, not a teacher), and he finds himself hanging out in the rec room with a quickly cooling mug of coffee. He has a few things he needs to do before Annie shows up again, but for right now, he's pretty content where he is. Even with the jukebox apparently refusing to play anything but Happy Birthday, which he can only assume is directed at him.
He considers trying out the bookshelf to see if there's any books there written in braille (he'd had luck once before, and hey, maybe it'll happen again because this place might take it easy on him given what day it is), and he moves to put the mug down on the coffee table he knows is in front of him. It's then that he first notices something that he's sure wasn't on there a few minutes ago.
Eyebrows knitting, he places the mug next to the item (and not on top of it, like he'd almost done), and carefully picks up what he's discovered, He'd recognized it immediately when his hand had brushed against it, but now, running his hand along the side of the device, he's certain. It takes only a moment for him to find the switch to turn it on, and one end of the cane lets out a beam of light, making a grid pattern on the coffee table he was pointing it at. He feels the familiar shudder of it in his palm as it immediately recognizes the obstacle and alerts him to it.
"Happy birthday to me," he murmurs to himself as he stands up with it, his other cane still on the couch next to where he'd been sitting. On a whim, he does a swipe of the area just because he can, and then stops when he feels the telltale rumble that indicates he's pointed it at someone who just walked in. Sheepishly, he lowers it hurriedly, just in case he's flashing the thing in someone's eyes. It's not particularly bright, but he knows it probably can be annoying. "Sorry about that."
[OOC: Timed to this morning, definitely a good time to meet him. For reference, the cane portion of his sweet (absolutely hi-tech) device looks like this, and the grid it's emitting looks like this.]
