[ @mobstcr // sc. ]
God, he’s entirely unequipped for this. Trust his damned luck to waltz right into the scene of a legitimate mob fight on his day off. Though, to be fair, he could’ve simply walked away --- after calling for officers who’re actually working, of course --- after that first gunshot, but he’s already snapping into stance despite himself and approaching the scene with the measured movements of someone who’s done this many times before. What if there were civilians? Hostages?
That’s how he winds up crouched behind a dumpster in the fringes of the brawl, scowling as he runs inventory on what he has on his frame that could possibly help if he’s found and the situation spirals into a truly bad one --- and he knows it’ll be a bad one, considering the people involved. He comes up almost empty, with only his standard issue gun and badge in his jacket --- the latter of which would probably get him killed faster, depending on how this plays out.
He doesn’t have long to think, because the sheer force of a blunt strike hit a man strong enough to send him reeling towards the dumpster, effectively knocking it sideways and exposing Kazuya to his opponent --- and the rest of the fucking mob.
“Um,” he begins intelligibly, rising to his feet as he starts lying through his teeth. “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just taking a shortcut to the candy shop for my kid, man.”
