Yeah, it is. [ This he states boldly; he knows just how much Anon loves challenges by now and he's (unconsciously or not) banking on it. The accompanying feeling in his chest is strange, he's not sure how to deal with it, and a part of him is also afraid of what it might be. But if he keeps moving forward he can't actually think much, which is as far as he can commit himself, at least for tonight. (There's something to be said too about ruining a good thing and their pace is pretty breakneack already).

All of this still doesn't help him one bit in knowing where to look, but eventually his gaze settles on the red which mirrors his own. Natsuno's never been shy either, and there's only one choice if he doesn't choose to back down (which he's not, he won't ever do that with Anon), to meet him head on. Of course this means he nudges him back without missing a beat, winding up irrevocably closer. ]

You'd have to yell, because the goats never listen to me. [ Nudge. ] But if they did, I probably wouldn't have talked with you at all when we first showed up on the island.