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You jumped as you heard familiar bootsteps on the ramp of the Crest and closed your eyes and muttered. “Maker, have mercy…”
The bootsteps stopped abruptly. Very abruptly.
“What. The. Kriff.”
You tried to smile as you turned around to face him but it came across more as a grimace.
“Oh, hey. Mando. You’re back.”
He was looking around his ship and somehow made the helm look horrified.
“What…did you do to my ship?!”
You bit your lip, trying to back up away from him and only managed to back into the weapons locker–the kid glanced at you from his place in the bunk and giggled as you cursed in Huttese before answering your…partner.
“Um…well. I, uh…um.” Your tongue failed to work and your shoulders slumped. “Fuck.”
Mando was facing you now and you hadn’t been this intimidated by him in…awhile. He only stared at you, silent and waiting for an explanation as to why there were…fucking flowers all over his ship. And several frog looking creatures half the size of a porg were hoping around–-much to the delight of the kid.
What was with the kid and his obsession with fucking frogs?
“He made me do it!” you blurt out, unable to stay quiet any longer.
“…What?”
You gesture to the kid and then the ship, stammering. “I-I-I-I don’t fucking know. One minute I’m sorting some parts supplies an-an-and the next I’m…standing here! Surrounded by flowers. And these fucking, stupid little frog things…”
You look at Mando dead in the visor as you dropped–what was to you–the bombshell. “…Two days later. According to the computer.”
Mando was a little comical as he glanced from you to the kid…then back to you…then back to the kid…then back to you.
He was still silent and you started to panic.
“It was like I was possessed or-or-or cursed! I don’t fucking know! Mando, please…you know I wouldn’t do this voluntarily,” you pleaded with him. You were still trying to wrap your head around the whole incident.
After what felt like an eternity but was only about a minute, one of the heaviest sighs you’ve ever heard escaped Mando. “ I believe you, cyar’ika…I just…”
Hearing his pet name for you immediately sent a sense of calm through you but…you were still nervous.
He shook his head and stepped forward, nearly stepping on one of the little frog things, closing the distance between the two of you. He seemed to be looking you over and taking in your appearance–you’re covered in dirt and mud and grass stains…but you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Mesh’la…” his voice was soft through the modulator and you still had little idea of Mando’a but…you liked the sound of that.
You let yourself smile a bit.
Mando then reached up and plucked something from your head that you’d not noticed yet. “Think you missed this.”
The smile fell.
It was a fucking flower crown.
Oh, your scrapper/scavenger/scoundrel/etc image was definitely ruined now…
You eyed the crown like it was some cursed object presented to you by a demon…well, a ‘demon’ child, more like. Ugh, no…you couldn’t call him that…the little womp rat. You side eyed the kid who just waved his hand and smiled–dank farrik.
You looked back at the Mandalorian and his helmet was tilted just enough for you to read it as ‘amused’. “You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Nope.”
Yeah. He was amused…the beskar covered Mandalorian nerf herder. You remembered his quip when you dared call him a ‘nerf herder’ out loud…so you modified the insult. In your head. Silently.
“I think I hate you right now.” You didn’t.
“No, you don’t.”
He was right…but did have to sound so smug about it?
“How the fuck do you know?”
Seriously.
“I just know you, cyar’ika,” he stated simply, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
Did he have to say it...just like that?
You felt yourself fall just a little more for this walking pillar of beskar.
Kriff.
