White hair glittered against the seeping sunlight, slender fingers winding through them as they were slowly bundled up in a loose ponytail that rested on the nape of his neck. Prox had spent much of the night before unable to sleep, having gone to the Colosseum earlier to request a replacement given that he was still rather sleepy and wouldn't be able to give a good show. While he was granted such a break, Prox now didn't know what to do with himself, walking through the streets as a means of tiring himself out, only now more awake than ever.

[b]"Hm,"[/b] he pouted as he blew his bangs aside, an apple from the market in hand. [b]"Right, I came for a haircut didn't I?"[/b] Glancing from his bangs to the apple- correction, now [i]apples[/i]- in his hand, he paid with exact change for the fruits, continuing his way as he started to nibble on them. A few more minutes passed in this way, Prox remembering for a beat to head somewhere to trim his bangs, but then getting distracted with "wow that looks so plump, can I have one?" of literally everything he passed.

Eventually, his feet lead him to the Colosseum, and while one part of him argued against it given that he had called out and man it would look bad if he watched rather than fight, he decided to head in anyways, the fight having already begun. It was wild, the crowd, and Prox was filled with a bad habit of adrenaline, telling himself to calm down, that the cheering wasn't for him. His eyes trained instead on the battle, hearing the man beside him scream about kicking teeth in and tearing shit apart.

The silence got to Prox, and he found himself cheering as well, the noise overwhelming- when was the last time he'd watched a fight in these seats? It was a rush, and didn't serve to tire him out at all, which had been the day's plan. Rather, his adrenaline spiked right up and he was now off the wall. His eyes glanced to the side as the man beside him, who had been so hyped earlier, regally walked out without so much as a hesitation.

[b]"Hey, hey,"[/b] called out Prox, trailing after the fair haired man, reaching an arm out towards him, [b]"You're just gonna leave like that, man? Hehe, you were intense back there you know, it's rare to see hardcore fans just bail on us like that--"[/b]