[Somewhere off in the distance, Giorno Giovanna is fucking dying from the secondhand delight he's getting through the bond. Zelda, meanwhile, is narrowing her eyes a little, like she's not entirely certain Fugo isn't pulling her leg, but she's relaxed enough now to roll with it.]
If you should ever find one generally accessible by the public, you will have to show me. I can hardly imagine the mental picture I have is accurate in the slightest.
[Teeny tiny Actual Construction Hammers slamming down on harp strings. No, she is not going to embarrass herself by describing it.]
... Perhaps you could also show me the similarities between ancestor and descendant if you do? I would not mind bringing my lyre along, if so.
[And maybe they could play a little ditty together. She doesn't mind the odd private duet.]
[Fugo's eyes crinkle. He doesn't smile again but, even though Zelda keeps her mental image to herself, he can't help but find a little humor in just... what an absurd instrument the piano is, mechanically speaking. Yeah, there's no way to properly describe it.]
I could probably sketch it out for you, if you're curious. But... [He lifts a hand to cover his mouth, thinking on where exactly a piano might be available for her to check out.] There's the Entertainment District, I suppose. But if the Undermael College is worth its salt, it has to have some sort of music program. They might have a practice hall with a piano you could examine.
[But-- more than finding a piano. What she's asking is this: would you like to play music with me? To be honest, he's not sure. He's never really played music with someone, for no reason other than the sake of music itself. He's not sure what he thinks of it. Not that he needs to figure it out right now. It's whatever, isn't it? An audience is an audience, however big or small it is.]
I-- could. Yes. We could do that. I'd be happy to show you.
[It's not an enthusiastic, joyful agreement, but then she wasn't expecting one, either. She gets the sense Fugo might be a little bit like her when it comes to doing things that might be considered frivolous, which is to say he's reluctant, uncertain, and uncomfortable. The kind of person that Giorno seems to collect, apparently.
Truthfully, she had been a little jealous when he'd first told her that a friend from his world had fallen through the mirrors. Then, she was afraid of failing to live up to his expectations when he introduced them.
Now, of all things... she feels like it's going to be okay. Fugo doesn't smile, but Zelda does, small but warm.]
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If you should ever find one generally accessible by the public, you will have to show me. I can hardly imagine the mental picture I have is accurate in the slightest.
[Teeny tiny Actual Construction Hammers slamming down on harp strings. No, she is not going to embarrass herself by describing it.]
... Perhaps you could also show me the similarities between ancestor and descendant if you do? I would not mind bringing my lyre along, if so.
[And maybe they could play a little ditty together. She doesn't mind the odd private duet.]
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I could probably sketch it out for you, if you're curious. But... [He lifts a hand to cover his mouth, thinking on where exactly a piano might be available for her to check out.] There's the Entertainment District, I suppose. But if the Undermael College is worth its salt, it has to have some sort of music program. They might have a practice hall with a piano you could examine.
[But-- more than finding a piano. What she's asking is this: would you like to play music with me? To be honest, he's not sure. He's never really played music with someone, for no reason other than the sake of music itself. He's not sure what he thinks of it. Not that he needs to figure it out right now. It's whatever, isn't it? An audience is an audience, however big or small it is.]
I-- could. Yes. We could do that. I'd be happy to show you.
wrap this here?
Truthfully, she had been a little jealous when he'd first told her that a friend from his world had fallen through the mirrors. Then, she was afraid of failing to live up to his expectations when he introduced them.
Now, of all things... she feels like it's going to be okay. Fugo doesn't smile, but Zelda does, small but warm.]
I shall look forward to it!