[ Rafa has been tortured by purple glowing mosquitoes all day. They've made him feel far too good to complain about it, though, and in fact, they've improved his opinion of the city in general. The increased wave of affection on a person who is already prone to plenty of that will make Rafa a danger to everyone's sense of personal space today.

But it's different with this one. This is both a face, and a scent, that he knows very well. So it is with wide eyes, and an expression of genuine relief, that he rushes to tackle his old friend in a hug. He's not even sorry. ]

Axel! I am so glad to see you, my friend, I thought I was alone here. Ignore the fireflies, they mean little harm. Tell me how you are!