@ohdoctor: Holds smelling salts under his nose. ^__^ Wakey, wakey, there’s monsters lurking about.
You know that feeling like you accidentally slammed on the floor after rolling out of bed?
This was the scale of Thoma fucking around and finding out, letting his unconscious mind explore with a bit of that whiff whiff.
%&%@#$*(&%
"Wh.. uh... Huh..???" Everything was so painstaking aware right now, similar to how the sensation of bare feet on grass could be sensational overload for some.
All he could truly perceive was an individual was currently holding some salted component before him, some intrigued look of expectation on their features..
Salts mean cooking, cooking mean.. shoot did he actually have the audacity to fall asleep upon their lessons!?
This very human being would soon find Thoma's arm slung around their shoulders, that merry sort of Mondstadt camaraderie instilled as he begins to guide them to the dining area.
"Forgive.. archons.." No, that doesn't make sense. Wakefulness required him to get the 'starry vision' out of his brain now. "Let's get back to your meal sir. You were working so hard.."