hey, mr. curiosity

Out of all of the places and events on the island, the lab might have been the single source of the greatest frustration for Zhuge. Always eager to learn and never one who took well to being left behind, Zhuge peered into its windows on a regular basis, seeing all of the instruments and materials, wondering what each one of them is for. To the best of his ability, he'd been taking classes to bring him up to speed on what was common knowledge for those from centuries after his time— but the learning could only go so far in such a short span of months, and he didn't think himself ready enough to take that step into the lab and try his hand at much of anything. (There were times, too, when the man inside gave him any of a wide number of looks, sometimes disgruntled, other times confused, and sometimes overlooking him entirely; Zhuge often felt as though he didn't have the right to interrupt someone so wholly immersed in his work.)

But with the change of the city, Zhuge found himself forced to step inside the nearest building, and suddenly facing a great deal of scales and whirring noises in the distance. His eyes were wide as he unwrapped the silken scarf from his neck, the clothes he wore antiquated to the rest of the island, but still modern by his standards. Right then, he failed to pay any of it heed as he stared around with a growing sense of mischief.

Holding back was possibly too much to ask of him, that time.