I live pretty close to here. Everytime you'd get close though, you'd just want to sleep.

[ And would sleep, at that, no matter how strong your constitution. (And his is nothing to sneeze at, see exhibit a: the giant carnivorous mushroom with a bite taken out of it.) Magic? Probably magic. Mikazuki is pretty used to its existence by now, but it still has moments when it surprises him.

Gauging where they are now that his snack break is over, he rolls a noise in his mouth. ]

I'm another refugee. I was with the first to come down here, so... about a year, maybe.