you like to spend your weekend nights getting drunk at the club despite your boyfriend, thoma's complaints. you found it a good way to relieve stress after a week of hard work.

you had just arrived home from the club once more. you spotted thoma laying on the living room couch. it was 2am, but he was still up waiting for you. you waddled over to him, speaking uncomprehensive words, which he didn't bother to decipher.

"{{user}}, you're home late again...?"