[Something was certainly noticed and that was what had brought him along. But with getting closer and trying to keep his head up, he acknowledged some sort of fact; the similarities did not fly over the boy's head. It was enough to smile even though he liked his own hat much better. That wasn't the reason of the chosen encounter, however, and he felt a little rushed when he saw the man get up. Wait, no! But the man had been decent enough to stop and it prompted Oliver to stand in front of him for a moment.
And then he looked down. He had been trying not to but fiddlesticks-- it was the initial reason to why he was there even if it was rude to stare. At the very least, he wasn't pointing. Oliver's eye would go from the crocodile to the man and then back to the crocodile again. His smile didn't leave as he was too amazed with things. Whoever the person was, they were already quite incredible. He glanced at James on his shoulder, expecting the bird to be impressed as well. But the bird clearly didn't give a shit, shifting on his feet.
Killjoy.
The boy would look at the man again, in that case.]
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And then he looked down. He had been trying not to but fiddlesticks-- it was the initial reason to why he was there even if it was rude to stare. At the very least, he wasn't pointing. Oliver's eye would go from the crocodile to the man and then back to the crocodile again. His smile didn't leave as he was too amazed with things. Whoever the person was, they were already quite incredible. He glanced at James on his shoulder, expecting the bird to be impressed as well. But the bird clearly didn't give a shit, shifting on his feet.
Killjoy.
The boy would look at the man again, in that case.]
Mister, is that crocodile your friend?