#interaction oliver

Simon slowed his steps as he reached the fence, sunglasses sliding down slightly as he eyed the goats staring back at him with a little too much confidence. His eyes narrowing on a goat that seemed a little too interested in his shoes. He shifted slightly, keeping one eye on it as if it might lunge at any moment, before glancing toward the man nearby. “They look like they’re plotting something,” he remarked, half amused, half wary. “You’re the one keeping them in line, I take it? Or should I be more worried?" He was kind of out of his depth on that one, so while he was usually pretty good at pretending otherwise, he was bit uncomfortable.