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It was time.
The Mandalorian didn’t know how long the asset had been in that brown sack, but it smelled fifty years old. It was also too big, tripping the poor thing up half the time it tried to walk. And so, when he heard yet another small clunk of the child hitting the floor of his ship as it wandered around satisfying the irrepressible curiosity it had quickly shown, he knew a side-trip was in order.
There was a small clothes shop in the closest port, serviced by a chattering insectoid who’s clicks and hums the Mandalorian only knew every fifth word. So he settled for pointing at his eventual purchases with one hand, the asset tucked contentedly in his other arm. He wasn’t sure if the small creature knew what the purpose of this minor splurge was, but it seemed interested in the proceedings and surroundings.
But when they got back to his ship and he held up the tiny undersuit, an understanding light appeared in the large, dark eyes.
The asset slid from his arms and scuttled around a corner of his ship, little feet scuffing against the worn grates. A low complaining whine trailed behind it like a tracker, and then there was another trip and fall.
“This is why you need this,” the Mandalorian huffed as he picked up the now-squirming asset, its eyes narrowed.
It fussed as he struggled to remove the brown sack from its small, yet surprisingly strong body. And getting the new undersuit was even harder!
The child tucked its short legs up, absolutely refusing to insert them into the clothing pants nor have the pants rolled onto its legs. But finally, finally it was clothed in the undersuit and a better-fitting coat with a fur-lined collar that tucked snug up around its neck and chin.
“There you go,” the Mandalorian said wearily, releasing the child.
It toddled off immediately, but then stopped with a surprised squeak. It looked down at its newly-unhampered legs and then up at the Mandalorian as if realizing why the fight to dress it had been waged.
The Mandalorian shook his head in fond exasperation, a recurring mood when it came to this asset that was testing his whole way of life. He should have already delivered it by now, and yet here he was shopping for it.