[He's idling in the closet, counting down from ninety after the guy leaves before he'll crack the door and make his own move to leave, when Star Platinum alerts to the presence of another Stand user like a swarm of bees angrily defending a hive. And all of a sudden, he doesn't care about surreptitiousness or keeping a low profile anymore; old anxiety goes off like a whipcrack, and he's already hurtling out through the door of the closet, back into the gloom of the warehouse with fists clenched and, thankfully, his pants actually on and fastened.
And there, lying on the ground, is the guy he'd just fucked and someone else standing over him, hand wrapped around the shaft of the arrow sticking out of his victim's throat.
He doesn't think; he just launches himself at the bastard, summoning Star Platinum even as he lunges, determined to attack and neutralize the threat first and above all else.]
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And there, lying on the ground, is the guy he'd just fucked and someone else standing over him, hand wrapped around the shaft of the arrow sticking out of his victim's throat.
He doesn't think; he just launches himself at the bastard, summoning Star Platinum even as he lunges, determined to attack and neutralize the threat first and above all else.]