[ Ben rolls his eyes not just once, but twice as Klaus first accuses him of being a nerd and then turns around and makes a dreadful pun. But Ben knows Klaus will be able to tell that he's actually quite happy, underneath the sarcasm and empty show of annoyance. Klaus has always been able to read him better than most, and even if he's as quiet as ever, there's a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't resist, when Klaus tugs his hand and leads him along, deeper into the Agricultural area. ]
Or at least something slow.
[ He's hoping for a turtle or something of that sort, and so he keeps his eyes fixed on the ground in front of their feet, searching for any signs of glowing animals hiding anywhere. He listens, too, for any rustling or noises audible over the sound of their own footsteps.
Klaus is not looking so intently on the ground, and so Ben has to reach out and grab his arm, suddenly, tugging back in alarm to stop him. ]
Wait!
[ And then Ben is crouching down, looking at the tiny glowing line that is making its way across the small footpath they are following. Except it is not a line, but a tiny, fuzzy caterpillar, glowing a bright green with small orange dots scattered throughout. It inches along, tiny body rippling as it makes slow progress across the path. It had been right in the path of Klaus's foot, and definitely would have gotten a big dose of shoe if Ben hadn't intervened.
Glancing up at Klaus first, Ben looks down and lays his finger in the path of the caterpillar. It keeps inching, keeps inching, and then without seeming to notice a difference, inches up onto Ben's finger. He stands up, then, bringing the caterpillar with him, holding it at eye level. It continues to walk its way around his finger, and Ben can just barely feel the weight of it, the contact of all its tiny feet. ]
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Or at least something slow.
[ He's hoping for a turtle or something of that sort, and so he keeps his eyes fixed on the ground in front of their feet, searching for any signs of glowing animals hiding anywhere. He listens, too, for any rustling or noises audible over the sound of their own footsteps.
Klaus is not looking so intently on the ground, and so Ben has to reach out and grab his arm, suddenly, tugging back in alarm to stop him. ]
Wait!
[ And then Ben is crouching down, looking at the tiny glowing line that is making its way across the small footpath they are following. Except it is not a line, but a tiny, fuzzy caterpillar, glowing a bright green with small orange dots scattered throughout. It inches along, tiny body rippling as it makes slow progress across the path. It had been right in the path of Klaus's foot, and definitely would have gotten a big dose of shoe if Ben hadn't intervened.
Glancing up at Klaus first, Ben looks down and lays his finger in the path of the caterpillar. It keeps inching, keeps inching, and then without seeming to notice a difference, inches up onto Ben's finger. He stands up, then, bringing the caterpillar with him, holding it at eye level. It continues to walk its way around his finger, and Ben can just barely feel the weight of it, the contact of all its tiny feet. ]
Not a hologram.