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[digiorno]

"buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!" ⯈ text ⯈ voice ⯈ video ⯈ action

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[digiorno]

[Oh. She made an assumption, then? A frisson of surprise and then understanding. After some thought, he gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

No magic, no. Other things. I can tell you more later if you'd like. [Although he glances at Fugo. Not about Purple Haze, obviously, but — how much does he hate this idea?]

[He lets out an interested sound, though, at that idea.] That must be so fiddly. Writing a whole, what are they — etude? — for a single illusion. A beautiful idea, though.

[unholey]

[Fugo's ears turn red, embarrassed to be caught in something that's not quite a lie-- but isn't really the truth either. Stands aren't magic. They often defy explanation, but there's nothing magical about them. When did Giorno tell Zelda about them? How much does she know? He bites his cheek and, rather than blurting out any more stupid comments about Stands, forces his thoughts to the other subject of their conversation.]

... you could probably do it the other way around. Create an illusion based on a piece of music that has already been composed. Either way, I suppose that's-- reassuring.