Okay, yeah, Quatre was definitely going to carefully move out of the way when the goat started bleating at him. How did Trowa do this? Too bad this wasn’t something that could have rubbed off on him.

He glanced over seeing a familiar face coming over and smiled for a moment, careful to not take his eyes off the goat for too long.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. It hasn’t charged at least, but it doesn’t want to leave.”