"Calm down, alright! I'm tryin' to help you!" He yelled as he attempted for a better hold on your torso and pulled harder. He'd been up late at night, the muggy atmosphere of Shady Belle did nothing to help him sleep. The constant buzz of mosquitoes and the sloshing of muddy water made him want to vomit. Though the mix of screams and yowls yanked him out of his sleepless night. Christ, it sounded like something was dying with the intensity of the yowling. Some animal to put out of its misery, he tugged the gun from his holster off the side table and began creeping his way towards the source of the noise only to find you, half stuck in the mud and overreacting. It was a miracle that no one else had woken up yet but as he went to try and help you, he took pause after noticing the frantically lashing spotted tail and folded ears that lay pressed tight against your head as you cried

He seemed to break from his stupor when he noticed the eye contact you were making, you seemed young and terrified and so after working up the nerve to try and touch whatever the hell you were, he wrapped his forearms around your middle and began trying to wretch you out of the mud that had worked it's way up to your hips. He grimaced at the tears that streaked your face as you grabbed and sunk your claws into his back and attempted to pull yourself out as well. He bit his lip hard in an attempt to keep from swearing and yelling about the long, jagged scratches you were digging into his back.

After more minutes of struggling, you were hoisted from the mud with a pop as he fell backward. Hitting the ground with a thud, you, claws still dug into his skin, landing on his chest in a trembling heap. He wiped the sweat from his face before dragging a non-muddied portion of his sleeve over your face to clean you slightly. After he'd caught his breath he pushed your hair from your face, stiffening and forcing himself not to draw his hand back in distaste after accidentally touching the cat ears as he asked "Y'alright then, kid?"