Your oreos are meant to be dipped in milk. Them sinking is part of the risk, don't worry if they sink a couple of times the more you do it the more you will master the art. Why are you not dipping them in milk.

"Sunshine," friendly, or otherwise nice characters are not plain and boring.

Does berry throwing HAVE to be involved?!

Meme || Accepting || @risingsol

"More than friends?" The Yaksha echoes in brief confusion. Cheeks warmed as he mulls over the words. He wants to be...more than friends. That signifies that the traveler wishes to be closer, right?

Ah- Cyno must've been more distracted than usual, to not see the danger lurking behind him, which was most likely how he found himself on the sandy ground, bloodied and just incredibly dizzy. Most likely from a hit on the head, he thought. And it was probably harder than he imagined, because now there was a weird ringing in his ears and he couldn't quite feel his body, nor remember how exactly he ended up here, on the ground in the middle of the desert, surrounded by Eremites, in the first place.

At least he couldn't feel the pain his body was most likely going through, considering the sheer amount of blood on him, but, then again, that would probably lend itself to him breaking something if he tried to move too much.

The traveler's voice barely pierced through the haze surrounding him, everything feeling as if it was going in slow motion, looking like it was surrounded by fog, as he forced his body to follow Aether's instruction, getting behind him rather quickly for someone so dazed, but remaining close to the ground, in case he lost consciousness.

@risingsol Asked:

Here's your drink!

I'll even give you two because you're special. 

Ah.. this feeling.

A familiar feeling of feeling, the danger, how a singular gaze began to draw miasmic levels of danger into the precipice. That gaze, the raw, bristling sensation of Aether’s eyes was attempting to brand his very soul with this said question. Quite the sensation it was, making his stomach successfully lurch to one marginal degree to another.

What does one do, when the family member ask for opinions this honest. He could already feel the rare instance of a nervous sweat begin to build upon his forehead and brow, all while his eyes wavered.

Oh Seven Archons, please grant him mercy on this particular day.

For Aether could not be hearing the roaring pit of thoughts composed of Thoma’s mind, especially for matters like this. Part of him is convinced that the Traveler’s sitting arrangement has weaponry of some sort ready to make him leave this location while not being in one piece.

“I’d smashhhhhhhhh her to the best dating spot within Teyvat. Smash her through the doorway I mean! N-- not rudely smashing exactly, but the polite smash. The kind where we’re both smashing at the table then are right back before the doorstep before 10! You enjoy smashing a good dinner, right!?”

SMASH IS NOT HELPING HIM IN ANY CAPACITY HERE.