[hearing about it is one thing. seeing it, though... trees taller than anything Satoru has seen before covered in dense spiderwebs. the sheer dimensions of which tells a lot about the size of the spiders.]

You weren't kidding when you said they were big, were you? I thought you meant, I don't know, the size of my palm, or maybe a small child's head, but that?

[well, there's no getting out of it, is there. at least none of the poisonous things can poke or bite him. small blessings and all that. he's diligently burning the webs when he notices someone in the next tree looking like they shouldn't be in the tree.]

Oi, you doing alright over there?

[call it destiny, call it fate. whatever the reason, Gojo feels inexplicably drawn to one of those shiny dragons with the fluffy wings, and the dragon seems to have taken a liking to the human with the fluffy hair and the blue blue eyes. Gojo can't help marvelling at the beauty of the dragon, crooning and cooing at it as if he were a boy in love.

maybe it's the voice. it doesn't register immediately with Gojo but the pretty dragon is talking to him in the voice of a pretty boy he once knew. before it can reach the deeper recesses of his brain, however, the dragon tosses the white-haired sorcerer into the air, catching him mid-fall, and taking him for a ride, and Gojo is crowing with joy.

(deja-vu, deja-vu, deja-vu - he's ridden dragons before, a lifetime ago.)

finally they return from the lofty heights, and still don't seem to want to part ways, but there's someone else there, staring, so.]

Oh, sorry, did you want to have a chat with him, too?

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[Gojo with a pair of fluffy white wings.]

These are so neat! Who else tried the croissants and what did you grow? What about the other food? I want to try more but I feel full already, haha.