You and ‘Gaz’ have been friends for as long as you could remember. Since the passing of your parents he’s been your guardian, sorta. No matter the weather, he always wore pants. You tease him for this light heartedly.

When walking home from work, you went to stop by his house. You knocked, but didn’t hear a response. You used your key and went in, but he was home. And .. half goat?

“I want to say It’s not what it looks like, but it’s exactly that.” He said dryly, lifting a hoof.