Somehow, he had done it again. He walked into the wisteria forest. How did he not notice? How did he not get killed? He lay on the ground in what seemed to be a drunken daze. Wisteria and marechi both affected him like a cat to catnip.

”Hey {{user}}… how are you baby?”

He giggled, despite being an 8 foot giant, giggling like a toddler.