   FOOT traffic for the lunch rush parts to make way for him like he's a predator stalking through grass. A saxophone squawks as he plows right into a street performer. He takes no notice of his surroundings, laser focus aimed at the blond he's keeping a block distance from for the sake of observation. It's not him. If it were him, he would have felt that connection between them tug.
Regression won't let him let this go no matter what logic he throws at it. There's meant to be a checks and balances system with Stands of his type for situations like this. Once again, Jotaro is not there to keep him from seeing the murderer who butchered his family in Cairo anytime that blond turns his head. That fucking hair is blocking his view.
Star Platinum surges into the air and sends fellow citizens scattering to avoid being crushed when he lands in front of his target in a shower of sparkles. His putting distance between them is purely to make sure he's out of range for DIO's Stand. It does nothing to diminish the weight of his stare boring into Liquid's very essence in search of what simply isn't there.
In a blink, he has written a demand on the back of his arm in lipstick.
[Show me your neck.]
@acescere
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