Blood isn't uncommon in Jotaro's feuds. Whether something minuscule or specific gets under the young man's skin, the outcome is always the same: a blown fuse. He isn't known for being very patient, unfortunately, and many a times there are the unfortunate singular or multitude of people whom fall prey to the young man's lost temper.
A mismarked set of words was what set him off this early afternoon. True, he was in the wrong in this case. After all, the young woman had merely commented on how attractive she found Jotaro. As he ignored her and continued walking, she merely followed, speaking up more loudly. Her compliments became assertive remarks of the same set of words, and the young man turned around and barked words of vicious dismissal. Needless to say, the young woman had backed off immediately, eyes glossed with tears threatening to shed. Another male approached-- a suspiciously dressed older man donned in a trenchcoat and fedora. "Don't be so mean to m'lady," was all that Jotaro registered before that still-flaring temper struck again in the form a well-aimed punch to the other's jaw. It went all downhill from there.
Moments passed, and fists were flying on both ends though the older was well bruised and bloodied. His reputation of hospitalizing people would shine through perfectly if it weren't for the sudden interruption. Someone had to play the hero and break up the fight-- Jotaro's arms were locked in place by a set of strong arms hooked underneath. The brief interruption was just enough of a window of time for the elder to shakily nod his head, tip his fedora, and run right away.
In time, Jotaro freed himself, quick to swivel around, slow to calm his temper.
A vicious glare casts forward-- a stranger of surprising height and build had decided to play the hero this round, leaving Jotaro with a reluctance to lash out. With a husky growl still fueled by anger, Jotaro spoke: "That wasn't your business to butt into. Fuck off before I break your neck."
