[While setting up for the afterparty, Tarrlok finds himself passing the list of profiles every so often. It's not like he can miss them, right? But... he eventually just stops and looks at his for a moment.
...that is such an unflattering photograph, isn't it. He looks really shady and kind of scheming, which...
"You're just as bad as Amon!"
...all he'll have to do is start going gray, and then he'll look just like... no. He doesn't want to finish that thought (but he does, because it's been floating around in the back of his mind all week). Looking back to his title, it's just starting to seem like a mean joke right about now. Maybe it was accurate when he woke up, but it's been feeling less and less accurate as the weeks go by.
When all the buns are up, he kind of just... pours himself a stiff drink, sits at a table in the corner, and tries to see if he can take the edge off of the overwhelming feelings of powerlessness and apprehension that have been really fucking him up.]
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...that is such an unflattering photograph, isn't it. He looks really shady and kind of scheming, which...
"You're just as bad as Amon!"
...all he'll have to do is start going gray, and then he'll look just like... no. He doesn't want to finish that thought (but he does, because it's been floating around in the back of his mind all week). Looking back to his title, it's just starting to seem like a mean joke right about now. Maybe it was accurate when he woke up, but it's been feeling less and less accurate as the weeks go by.
When all the buns are up, he kind of just... pours himself a stiff drink, sits at a table in the corner, and tries to see if he can take the edge off of the overwhelming feelings of powerlessness and apprehension that have been really fucking him up.]