what a scene, he's a clown - open; predicament

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

One paw, then the other. Step by step, slowly, the bobcat would emerge from his home, taking a deep breath inwards as he was shocked to life by the fresh air around him. It had been days since he had last emerged from his hut, far too caught up in grief to even consider his usual duties. However, he couldn't just stay inside forever, and he knew it. He had made a commitment as dealer of The Typhoon, and beyond that, the thief just wanted to make sure he helped Roxanne out as he had promised. Besides, if he just remained inside all day and allowed himself to waste away, he'd be disrespecting the memory of his husband. Trevor wouldn't want him to just wallow in sadness, and the male knew that.

Unsure of what to do with himself first, Michael opted to just walk along the shoreline, his paws briefly dipping into the sea as he watched the waves come in and out. His nub of a tail twitched idly behind him, and he considered heading to the tavern, when several familiar scents made him look up. He hadn't even noticed how close he was to the jungle's numerous towering trees, usually keeping his distance thanks to the whole "getting lost" incident that had happened. However, he opted not to stay away this time, mainly because he could see something swinging wildly from side to side, dangling off of one of the branches. He couldn't immediately see that it was one of his nephews, instead only really able to see Harland slowly climbing up, and Goldie frantically standing beneath them.

Making his way over to the treeline, Michael froze up upon seeing what was going on, his ears pinning back against his head. He was filled with a sense of anxiety as he muttered, slightly baffled, "Pyrrhic... what... how did you even do this?" Of course, his worry outweighed his confusion, both for Pyrrhic and Harland, seeing as Diya's brother was also now precariously high up. Seeing what Goldie was doing in case either of them fell, the dealer opted to help out as well, shifting from his bobcat form into his larger and softer coyote form. His pitch black fur was plush and thick, and the body beneath was muscular, meaning he could hopefully catch at least Pyrrhic if it became necessary. Moving in close to Goldie, he spoke to both Harland Pyrrhic, a frown on his muzzle, "Careful, Harland. Diya'll kill me if you fall and break something, heh." His tone was soft and joking, hopefully concealing the anxiety and fear underneath.

— Reggan