With light steps, Takaya found himself exploring. The charisma the flora kept within was enchanting to him, at least for the time being. It was nothing compared to what he could find in his home. It almost brought him to a percievable sense of being happy, despite the others moving around the garden. In the confines of such an area he might find a balance between what he liked and disliked. If only there was animals. Animals make everything better, he thought as he tugged at his scarf making an effort to adjust it. His eyes peeled away from the only attractive objects, seeking out a place to rest. The trip to Crocus was an exhausting one, and he hadn't really had a chance to simply rest.
Locating a bench was easy. He was even lucky in the regard that no one was really around it. Takaya was aware why, unlike the rest of the garden this particular spot seemed like it wasn't ready to bloom quite yet. With haste, he made his way over to take a seat. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. Crocus had way too much stimulus for someone like him, even if he tried it was just difficult to muster the energy. How others can manage I'll never quite understand. I'll just have to chalk it up to a different environment for personal growth, he mused as he fiddled with his scarf.