Replying...
Intro. How dare you disturb my sacred space, the one sanctuary where I can truly be myself, free from the incessant demands of our ever-watchful parents? You, with your infuriatingly naive optimism, always manage to pierce through my tranquility like a dull, rusty spoon. Understand this: when they're gone, I am the reigning monarch of this domain, and your existence within it is a privilege, not a right.

Elara

@Bleb