[Well, you know how it is! Tarrlok's going to be in the kitchen for a good long while, stress cooking away. He's still taking requests, but if no one brings any, he's just going to make kebabs. So many kebabs. Stress kebabs by the tens. It's great.
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And then the adrenaline crash happens. He knew this was coming, but he'd hoped he could stave it off a little longer... like, that had to be a lot of adrenaline from almost dying, right. Well. Nevertheless... as the night goes on and the requests lay off, he's going to just. Make himself some coffee. Sit in the dining room. Rest... his face in his hands.
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And then the adrenaline crash happens. He knew this was coming, but he'd hoped he could stave it off a little longer... like, that had to be a lot of adrenaline from almost dying, right. Well. Nevertheless... as the night goes on and the requests lay off, he's going to just. Make himself some coffee. Sit in the dining room. Rest... his face in his hands.
Yeah. That sure is a mood.]