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Getting the green furball to sleep was easier than he thought.
The dog was currently sleeping on the sofa. The morning came faster than he though. The Mandalorian went to the kitchen to cook make some food. Halfway through getting out the ingredients from the fridge, it dawned to the man that he needed to buy food for the little green furball.
He first checked on the dog, seeing that it was still asleep. Afterwards, he put on his shoes and jacket before teleporting outside his apartment. He didn’t want to wake up the dog. The Mandalorian silently walked down the street, to a store that was five minutes away. He went inside the store, directly to the animal sections. He had never had an animal before, so he picked the fanciest and expensive dog food he could find.
He sighed. Someone was watching him. The Mandalorian turned around to see the green dog staring at him. Of course, it followed him to the store.
The Mandalorian went up to the cashier to pay for the food and then left the store. The dog was right behind him, waggling their tail. This time, they took the elevator up instead of teleporting. There was no point in wasting energy. He went to the kitchen, took out a bowl and put the food in it for the dog. The bowl was set on the ground for the dog to eat. He gestured the little green dog to eat the food. The dog hesitated at first. They took a sniff. The face the dog made, made the man roll his eyes.
Great, the dog didn’t like the food. Waste of money.
“Well, what do you want to eat now?” He sarcastically asked. He looked at side to see a red apple. He picked it up and gestured to the dog. “An apple?”
Right then and there, the Mandalorian felt energy soaring around the dog. The dog curled up together, bones were moving under the skin, the fur lessened until skin was left. The ears got longer and pointier, and more wrinkles appeared at their face.
The dog shapeshifted into… into a green baby?
The Mandalorian sighed. “You’re not a normal dog. Of course, you aren’t, you’re fucking green.”
The Mandalorian had brought the Child with him to work.
It was no point at leaving them, especially when they could leave whenever they wanted. He gave the Child a small metal ball to play with until he opened the shop.
Surprisingly, the Child wasn’t as annoying as he thought. It did touch things they weren’t supposed to sometimes, but most of the time it didn’t do anything wrong. Kruiil was the first customer, as always. He always ordered the same coffee but tried different desserts. This time he choice the cheesecake.
“I see you got a new friend.” Kruiil commented. The Child were still playing with the metal ball, right beside him.
“Found him yesterday. They wouldn’t leave.”
“So, you took it in?”
The Mandalorian answered with a grunt. Kruiil laughed. “I will leave now. See you later.”
Kruiil wasn’t the only one who commented. Everyone commented how cute the Child was, no matter the form it was in. Omera asked if her daughter could have a playdate with the Child in the weekend. For the first time in a long time, the Mandalorian smiled – but it wasn’t like anyone could see it.
“That sounds… nice.”
The weekend couldn’t come faster.
Note sarcasm.
It took ages for the weekend to come up. The Mandalorian was for the first time looking forward for something. He had bought the Child several different clothes, but the Child used one brown jumpsuit all the time. So, he had to buy several clothes for one set.
Omera had told them to come over her house at 2 pm. When they first arrived, he wasn’t able to greet before Omera’s daughter squealed and took the Child to her room. Omera laughed.
“Sorry, she gets excited to easily.”
The kids stayed at the room for the whole time. The Mandalorian and Omera were downstairs, talking about everything and nothing. For the most parts, it was Omera who was talking. Usually, he hated people who talked a lot, but Omera was an exception.
Time flew as the adults talking while the children were playing.
He helped Omera with the dinner. It had been a long time since he cooked food with someone. It felt… normal.
“Why did you move to this town?” Omera asked. There were rarely people who moved here.
“I needed a fresh start.” It wasn’t like he was running away from his nightmares and sins.
Omera hummed. “That I can understand…” She said low.
The Mandalorian stared at her for a moment. He wondered what her story was. There was no man in the picture. He hadn’t seen any pictures with him expect of her and her daughter. Didn’t the child’s man want to be a father? Maybe he died or maybe she left an abuser?
Omera cleared her troath. “I’ll get the kids, how about you set the table?”
It didn’t take long before Omera and the children were downstairs. He turned around and almost laughed at what he saw. Almost.
The girl had put makeup and purple clothes on the Child. She smiled innocently.
“Isn’t Yoda beautiful?”
The Mandalorian jerked his head. “Yoda?”
“Yup, Yoda. Since you still haven’t named them, I figured I could. What do you think of the name?”
He chuckled. “Let’s eat, kid.”
The child fit perfectly into the Mandalorian’s life.
At times, the child annoyed the shit out of him but what else did you expect from a child?
Kruiil built the child a crib and tones of toys to play with. The Mandalorian had to make apartment more childproof, he didn’t want the Child to get hurt. It made the apartment feel more… home. Though, he sometimes fell asleep in the living room. There were times the nightmares would get bad, and he didn’t want to wake the Child up.
Everyone adored the Child when they meet met them. Omera’s daughter adopted it was her own little brother. Sometimes they had playdates. The man spent his time with Omera then. Those were his favourite times. Cara had laughed the first time he scolded the child, told him that he sounded like a dad.
“When are you going to name the child?” Cara asked. She was curios, the Child had been with the Mandalorian for a while now after all.
“I don’t know.” It didn’t feel right to name them. Maybe it was because he wasn’t the Child’s real father. But the Child had been with him for a while now. It was time it got a name. The Mandalorian stroked the Child’s fur. They were in their dog form. He remembered back to the first playdate the Child had.
“Y…Yoda.”
“Yoda?”
“Yoda.”