[A tiny-blue-haired girl has just magically made letter-shaped towels. It's too dumb and useful for her to be an enemy, and his pants are driving him crazy, so he accepts the T from her and kneels to start dabbing at one of his legs. He didn't see a Stand, but the way his life's been going until recently that's the only explanation that makes sense, so he glances back up while he's drying himself and decides to ask.]
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[A tiny-blue-haired girl has just magically made letter-shaped towels. It's too dumb and useful for her to be an enemy, and his pants are driving him crazy, so he accepts the T from her and kneels to start dabbing at one of his legs. He didn't see a Stand, but the way his life's been going until recently that's the only explanation that makes sense, so he glances back up while he's drying himself and decides to ask.]
Can you make anything, or are there limits?