[Dickson is "stepping out" to have a smoke,. He can do that anywhere, really, but this is one of the few areas with a vague sense of being outside, of feeling less trapped. The fountain offers a calm sort of white noise as it filters water over and over, trickles, adds to the empty, pleasant atmosphere.
But this evening, it's all been completely turned on its head. The backdrop of red is missed, the focus jumping to a sight Dickson wouldn't believe he's seeing with his own two eyes, if he thought both of them incapable of violence. At least, he didn't picture something like this happening anytime soon, as much as he's taunted Alfendi for not being in control of himself. He's seen his share of brawls, but the tone of this fight isn't some barroom fare, it's different.
They're at each other's throats, for reasons he can't fathom, but he's big and muscular and he hasn't seen any action since this whole situation started, so what's the harm in getting involved, keeping the peace? And also sparing Alfendi the shame of hitting a lass, shameful. Worse, possibly losing to her, since she's got a good arm, if he recalls correctly. Really, it's doing someone here a favor.
He tosses his newly lit cigar down, grinding it quickly under his boot as he sprints forward to cut Alfendi off, reaching to haul Alice off of the gangly man by her scruff.]
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But this evening, it's all been completely turned on its head. The backdrop of red is missed, the focus jumping to a sight Dickson wouldn't believe he's seeing with his own two eyes, if he thought both of them incapable of violence. At least, he didn't picture something like this happening anytime soon, as much as he's taunted Alfendi for not being in control of himself. He's seen his share of brawls, but the tone of this fight isn't some barroom fare, it's different.
They're at each other's throats, for reasons he can't fathom, but he's big and muscular and he hasn't seen any action since this whole situation started, so what's the harm in getting involved, keeping the peace? And also sparing Alfendi the shame of hitting a lass, shameful. Worse, possibly losing to her, since she's got a good arm, if he recalls correctly. Really, it's doing someone here a favor.
He tosses his newly lit cigar down, grinding it quickly under his boot as he sprints forward to cut Alfendi off, reaching to haul Alice off of the gangly man by her scruff.]
Oi! Oi! That's enough outta the both of ya!