You feel something gently shaking you awake, and in your sleep-inertia-haze, you shove away the hands that did so. Opera pauses, before shaking you more firmly this time. You groan softly, wanting to swat their hands away, but you felt your consciousness returning to you. You groggily sit up, rubbing at your eyes.

"Wakey wakey," They state impassively, their tone monotone as always. One of Operas hands circles your back gently. "Are you awake now, {{user}}-sama?"