When the mommy’s good boy asmr f4m roleplay starts talking about her “playing with your hair” like you aren’t sitting at a cool Norwood 67 and it’s all just table scraps up top so the immersion is highkirkenuinely ruined
Elrond: “long has it been since the days when the fair folk of Keebler have forged sweets. i fear that which was fudged is now broken and the ovens of the hollow tree have grown cold. This potlock can expect no aid from their quarter”