"haaah, and i was almost considerin' hoppin' in, too."
head presses further into the palm supporting it, a gaze that once held an excited spark now staring off distantly with impending disappointment. it was an agency assignment that even had him aware of this little scuffle he was witnessing; a call he readily agreed to take under the assumption there'd be more to gain from it.
instead, from his perched seat upon this fence, he watches the fight -- if one could even call it that -- dwindle into spat words and huffs. as if it had resolved itself before he could intervene. hawks can't chew him out for that one, can he?
before calling it a 'job well done' and shoving off, the warrior is made aware of another idling nearby. they'd not been there long, surely. dar would have heard them approach.
"oy, shows over! their slap fight ain't got much to offer, anyhow." ( aside from me gettin' paid to watch that shite... )
"th' more excitin' brawls happen on the wider roads. or, well, they spill out into 'em if that's what you're hangin' by for." ( @raijinblessed )