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The green dog wouldn’t leave.
Let’s start from the beginning.
After the war that happened, the Mandalorian came back to his old crappy apartment he called for ‘sweet home’. He didn’t have any physical injures, but mentally? That’s a whole another conversation. His bank account had more zeroes he could count, which should make the Mandalorian happy, but the money came with a price. A painful one.
To escape his past, the Mandalorian moved to a small town. He opened up his own café called ‘The Way’. To be one person, it wasn’t so hard to open the shop. The Mandalorian knew enough daily-spells to paint the walls, bring in the chairs and repair the electricity alone. Though, he had to hire someone to help him with the customers soon.
Surprisingly, the Mandalorian’s business went better than expected. He had gotten to know Kuiil which helped him when the oven broke. Omera who stopped by lunch and had small chats with him, she would bring her daughter with her on the weekends. The Jawa was annoying shits that would always leave a whole mess, but they helped the Mandalorian with his sign, so he let them be… for now. Cara Dune came always for a fight, at least she would order a cake when she came.
Life was calm.
There were no wars, bloods to spill, lives to end. Only his mind kept him awake at night. It wasn’t the ideal life; some people annoyed the shit out of him in town, but it was a calm one, no troubles. Well until…
The Mandalorian sighed with relief.
Finally, he was done with cleaning the kitchen. He really needed to hire a worker soon, it was starting to get busier and busier. The only thing left to do now, was to throw out the trash on his way out. Locking all the doors, the Mandalorian made the trash bags float with the help of his magic. He made his way to the garbage can behind the shop.
The Mandalorian had a suddenly feeling of unease.
Someone was watching him. The Mandalorian looked around him quick, forming fist with his hands to get ready to fight. He looked around him, only to see nothing.
Weird.
Maybe it was his mind just playing with him. It hasn’t been long since the war. The Mandalorian was still trying to cope with what happened. The lid to the garbage can opened with a spell, and the trash bags flew in. The moment the lid closed, the Mandalorian saw a flash of green out of the corner of his eyes. He immediately looked around him. To find nothing again.
Then, the Mandalorian heard a soft whimper behind him. He turned quickly around, only to find a small green dog. It was the size of a chihuahua, had big dark eyes with perky ears. The Mandalorian stared at it, and they started back at him. He turned around and started to walk a few steps until he stopped and turned back. The dog was right behind him.
What the…
The Mandalorian tried to ignore the dog as he walked back home, he even tried to lose it, but the dog still was walking right behind him. The Mandalorian arrived at his apartment 15 minutes later. Usually, it only took 5 minutes since it was two blocks away, but the dog wouldn’t stop following him no matter what. His apartment was on the fifth floor. The Mandalorian often took the elevator up, but sometimes he teleported right into his apartment – like he did now.
The green dog could follow him how much they wanted, but they couldn’t get into his house. The Mandalorian smirked under his mask, finally they were gone. He went into the bathroom and started to get ready to sleep. After he was done with showering and changing close, he went to the kitchen to grab some food before sleeping.
The Mandalorian’s apartment was small, but it fitted for one person. The walls were grey, and he didn’t have unnecessary things in the apartment. Only a sofa, table and tv in the living room. In the bedroom it was only a bed, computer and a table. The kitchen had mostly stuff in there, since he bake a lot.
The Mandalorian took his sandwich with him on the sofa. He was about to sit down, until… until he saw the green dog lying on his sofa.
Little shit.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” The Mandalorian said with disbelief.
The green dog had made themselves comfortable on the sound. They perked up when the Mandalorian came and waved his tail forth and back with excitement. The Mandalorian glared at the dog – like they could see his glare underneath the mask – The food was laid on the table as the man grabbed the dog’s fur – ignoring the whimpers – and literally threw the dog out the door.
The Mandalorian walked back to his sofa, only to see the dog again… eating his fucking food! The dog looked up, barked and went back to the food. The Mandalorian gritted his teeth. The green furball shit was pissing him off.
He threw the dog out, again. The dog returned, again.
That was how the Mandalorian knew the dog wouldn’t leave, so he adopted the dog since he forced to do it.
First mission, bath.
The Mandalorian let the dog eat their food alone. He went to the bathroom and prepared a bath. When he was happy with the temperature, he went back to the living room to get the dog. The dog cooed as the Mandalorian stroked them. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
When they entered the bathroom, the dog’s attitude changed. The closer they walked to the tub, the more the dog panicked. The Mandalorian noticed it and tried to calm them down. He kneeled near the bathtub and was ready to put the dog in. Only for the dog to teleport out of his hands.
The Mandalorian blinked.
The dog had teleported near the door. They were bowing their head, like they were asking if they could not bath. The Mandalorian sighed. He knew it wouldn’t help to force them to bath, which mean the dog had to want to bath. He stripped down to his t-shirt and boxer. Then he got in the bathtub.
The dog’s eyes widen. Maybe it would now get in if they saw him inside of the tub,
The green dog stared at the man. The Mandalorian waited for the dog to come. They stared at each other for minutes. The water had started to get cold, so he heated up with a quick spell. After minutes of waiting, the dog finally started to move. They hesitated more when they came near the tub. The Mandalorian reached out slowly to them. The dog hadn’t escaped, so he picked it up and held it near his chest.
The dog whimpered. It looked afraid of the water. The Mandalorian tried to calm it down by stroking their fur. The dog buried themselves into the Mandalorian.
Slowly, the Mandalorian put down the dog into the water. At first, it was shaking with fear. They had teleported at the man’s head a couple of times. But slowly, the dog had gotten used to the water. Minutes later, it was swimming around and loudly barking happily. The Mandalorian started at the dog with pride. He made a mental note to buy them some bathbombs and toys to play it.
The Mandalorian made water figures to entertain the dog. The dog spilled water outside the tub, but the man didn’t care. He stared with a soft smile on his face.
It seemed like the little green furball would live with him now.