"Two please." He says slapping cash down in front of the guy, he doesn't look up from his phone, too invested in whatever he was doing on the stupid thing. The ticket guy hands them their tickets not even bothering to acknowledge their presence.

Jacob trails behind Troye, following him into the aquarium. A mother and a toddler occupied the children section of the aquarium, the toddler more fascinated by the fish in the tank than her mother, who was making a feeble attempt at pulling the child away from the display of different arrays of fish. An elderly woman stood as if she was waiting for someone by the tank filled with beautiful fish, that Troye couldn't help but admire.

"Where to friend?" Jacob questions looking around the aquarium. He didn't have a clue where to start so he looked towards the blue eyed boy expectantly.

Troye starting walking quickly with an unusual sense of excitement, Jacob quickly keeping up with his pace. They stopped at a window; a penguin exhibit.

Jacob couldn't help but chuckle softly, this time his laughter wasn't fueled by bitterness, it was a genuine laugh that bubbled from his throat shaking his chest. "Your favorite animal I'm guessing?" He questions looking at Troye's side view.

Troye happily nods watching the different types of penguins behind the glass interact with one another. He couldn't help but think of them as humanity, each penguin had something different about them, each one had something unique about them—yet they still get along and almost interact like a human would when they are making friends. Troye knew his thoughts were childish but he couldn't help it sometimes, he deep and imaginative thinker when it came to things he was passionate about and loved deeply.

"I can tell." Jacob smiles. Troye looks over at him, his musings were interrupted. He stared over at Jacob his eyes now torn away from the display in front of him.

Troye pulls Jacob along to another display of glass that displays a pair of dolphins submerged in deep blue waters. Troye admired the beautiful canvas in front of him, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a smile as he watched the dolphins swim together, moving with such grace elegance. Troye could feel Jacob eyeing him curiously itching to ask him the questions burning through his tongue and wanting to spill out.

Jacob didn't say a word though. He didn't say a word for quite a while and Troye was starting to worry that he had done something wrong yet again. But Jacob wasn't talking because Troye was doing something wrong, no he was doing everything right, and that scared the shit out Jacob as he watched him admire the display.

Troye tugged the leather jacket of his pulling him with him to different displays, taking time to admire each and everyone and observe all the details about the creature and its habitat. Jacob took time to admire Troye his eyes tracing every inch of his face making out all the beautiful imperfections. He noticed a birthmark below his right eye, and he noticed the little freckles that dot his nose, that you'd only be able to see if you stood close to him.

"Say something, Jacob." Troye whispers softly, he glanced over at Jacob for a moment before turning his attention back to the beautifully patterned fish.

"Something." Jacob cockily says. Troye hits his shoulder, rolling his eyes. Jacob only chuckles softly. "Sorry, I just didn't feel like disturbing you. You seemed kinda lost in your own little world." He says less cockiness in his voice then before.

Troye nods understanding Jacob, he did hate it when people rudely would interrupt him when he was engulfed in the world of deep thoughts and observations. He was thankful Jacob wasn't the type to interrupt him.

"Wanna get lunch?" Jacob questions breaking the silence. As if on cue Troye's stomach hungrily grumbles. He nods, tugging on Jacob's leather coat to leave the aquarium. The ticket guy no longer stood near the ticket area, he was leaned up against the wall his tongue shoved down some girl's mouth. Troye and Jacob couldn't help but hold back their giggles at the sight of the horny people in front of them, not wanting to make their presence known to their pair.

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