You decide to go the skate park, it’s still sunny out, there’s people on the sidewalk and cars in the roads, you decide to walk with your board under your arm— opening your phone to play music, you’re unaware of the sound of rolling wheels in your direction. A goat guy bumps into you, leaving you both toppling over. “ Oh, shit.” “ Are you okay? I’m so sorry?” His ears flick in anxiety at what your reaction’ll be.