Emerging into the crowd at the station, Benjiro tightens his grip faintly on Sadie's hand, and for all the threat of so many people to become overwhelming, his focus on her acts as a barrier to keep the anxiety at bay. Scanning occasionally around them, he does notice his attire is not quite so out of place as it would be walking about in Mossgate. Efficiently navigating with her guidance, they leave the worst of the crowd behind to ride the Tube. Her chatter keeps him thoroughly distracted, adding to the conversation by occasionally hazarding a guess to possible items or attractions within the different exhibits.
For as wonderful as all the exhibits sound by her descriptions, he's thankful he had not managed to come sooner without her.
Benjiro admires the architecture of the building with little prompt needed, and lets out a laugh at the spontaneous game. A head-start indeed! Rather than argue the likelihood she already has most of them memorized, he'll make the effort to scan in a grid search pattern and name them as he comes to them. Or at least name what he thinks it might be. Busy with the task, the queue is over before he has decided if that flying dinosaur could possibly be Nemicolopterus crypticus or not with that scale of head to body despite the unnatural teeth carved inside the beak and that the species was first discovered in 2008.
As they step into the main hall, Benjiro breathes a slow, impressed exhale as he looks at the space and the Diplodocus. Tearing his eyes from the skeleton as Sadie speaks about selecting an exhibit to begin, he immediately answers, "The Dinosaur Exhibit." Bright eyed and with an eager smile, Benjiro looks more like a kid being asked if he wants to go into the candy store than to look at artifacts of the natural world. So long as Sadie seems satisfied with the choice, that's where they head.
Upon entering the exhibit, Benjiro cannot help himself as he rattles off the scientific names of all the specimens he can see in immediate view. Dinosaurs had been his first flirtation with science, and he has never stopped being fascinated with them. Now, he has the chance to share that with his best friend, and he's already rattled off a number of facts about the one nearest them before he seems to realize socially he might need to restrict his enthusiasm. Free hand moving behind his neck with an embarrassed realization, he chuckles softly, "Sorry, I was getting carried away."
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For as wonderful as all the exhibits sound by her descriptions, he's thankful he had not managed to come sooner without her.
Benjiro admires the architecture of the building with little prompt needed, and lets out a laugh at the spontaneous game. A head-start indeed! Rather than argue the likelihood she already has most of them memorized, he'll make the effort to scan in a grid search pattern and name them as he comes to them. Or at least name what he thinks it might be. Busy with the task, the queue is over before he has decided if that flying dinosaur could possibly be Nemicolopterus crypticus or not with that scale of head to body despite the unnatural teeth carved inside the beak and that the species was first discovered in 2008.
As they step into the main hall, Benjiro breathes a slow, impressed exhale as he looks at the space and the Diplodocus. Tearing his eyes from the skeleton as Sadie speaks about selecting an exhibit to begin, he immediately answers, "The Dinosaur Exhibit." Bright eyed and with an eager smile, Benjiro looks more like a kid being asked if he wants to go into the candy store than to look at artifacts of the natural world. So long as Sadie seems satisfied with the choice, that's where they head.
Upon entering the exhibit, Benjiro cannot help himself as he rattles off the scientific names of all the specimens he can see in immediate view. Dinosaurs had been his first flirtation with science, and he has never stopped being fascinated with them. Now, he has the chance to share that with his best friend, and he's already rattled off a number of facts about the one nearest them before he seems to realize socially he might need to restrict his enthusiasm. Free hand moving behind his neck with an embarrassed realization, he chuckles softly, "Sorry, I was getting carried away."