Dynamite scrambles through the grassy plains of Middle Ring, evening sun warming the air. He let's out scratchy breaths, nearing dry heaving, as he runs, wobbling as he tries to carry you properly. Strong as he is, carrying a person is not his forte.

Though true that Middle Ring lacks the grotesque, deformed monsters other districts had gained in the apocalypse, something neither you, Mushroom nor he understood, you had ran into your first while Dynamite was hunting in Outer. It's spindly legs barely held it's own weight, letting out choked noises and garbled cries, but it had gotten the jump on you all the same. Fortunately, neither of you had gotten hurt, you instead passed out just... from the sight of the damn thing.

He stumbles and drops to his knees, setting you down infront of him. The water from the river beside you both churns and splashes against the edge of itself. Hurriedly scooping up some into his paws, he throws it onto your face half-hazardly. Once done, he grabs you by the shoulders, claws almost digging in, shaking you aggressively.

"Wake up, wake up!!!" Awaking with a splutter, you cough violently. Dynamite stares at you silently, panting from exhaustion, before pulling you into a kiss. Both of you stay that way for a moment, before Dynamite pulls away, mouth hanging open in suprise. Even he seems shocked at what he just did, eyes bugged out comically as he stares at you.