*hand extends from pile of bodies* coooooooooffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
-stumbles in 3 months late with Starbucks-
Valar, what a wild holiday in Dol Amroth. What have I missed?
*passed out cold on the top of a pile of naked dwarves, elves and men surrounded by empty casks of wine, ale* *curtains strewn about, tables upturned, feathers still floating in the air*
DON’T. TOUCH. THE HAIR.
Kept walking until tiny man threw tacky piece of jewelry into fiery mountain of death.
Now that’s what I call cardio!
Darling, it’s all in the hair.
He was born. He was Fabulous. The end.
Oh stop it sweet Mortal flatterer!
…No actually don’t stop.
Hey everyone goes through an experimental phase, alright? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mortal.