The goat doesn't do a great deal of moving, but the more hay that's removed, the more obvious it becomes that this is no regular goat. It's... a faun? Or just a teenager suffering the animal curse and it's only effected him from the waist down. Gokudera isn't in a rush to get up or pull back from where his torso is stretched out on a tight bale.

Arms folded, he carefully lifts his head, and there's a pixie right there, where his face would have been pressed into the bale. He was instead using his head to keep the hay from completely covering the creature. It looks up as well and pinches at his arm, giving him a start bad enough that he jerks back.

"Ow! Sorry! Fuck... I didn't even deserve that..." He pouts and looks at his arm. Gokudera's wearing a black tank top, and an odd necklace with an ornate ring hanging from its chain. He brushes hay off his arms and his legs, but there's plenty in his silver hair. Finally, he looks up to see who helped him out.

"Took you long enough."

Rude, Gokudera.