[Long before mushrooms of various sizes dot the surface, there's a single, highly noticeable bulbous outcrop of... weretiger booty. At least Atsushi is unharmed, and sleeping peacefully. That spell sure is something. Someone needs to teach the kid how to smoke (or not).
The only response Chuuya gets is a barely-there mumble. Atsushi is far, far gone, and will stay that way until he's taken from the area the sleeping spell covers.]
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The only response Chuuya gets is a barely-there mumble. Atsushi is far, far gone, and will stay that way until he's taken from the area the sleeping spell covers.]