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She hesitated a moment, a worried look settling onto her face as she shook her head. “No, I don’t, it—-it’s just—-” Marcy shook her head. “I don’t—-I don’t know what expected honestly…” she trailed off for a few moment before nodding. “Yes, let’s start looking for Aunt Maz.”

“I’m not new here, though.” Marcy pointed out. “I’ve lived here as long as Aunt Maz has. She stays here ‘cause she doesn’t like staying in Mama’s big empty house with no one but our maid and me.”

Maz gave a low growl. “You will show me respect.” she hissed. “And I’m sure you know where she is but simply won’t tell me because you don’t seem to like me at all.”

“I am the High Priestess of Irkalla.” she snapped, eyes flashing. “And you may be Darth Vader, but if you deserve respect, than I deserve it too.”

“You don’t deserve respect.” He spit out, “Tell me one reason to why you deserve respect, yes? Do explain as to why I should respect you at all.”

“Because as I said, I am the High Priestess of Irkalla.” Maz hissed in reply, her ears pitching forward as her eyes narrowed. 

She wasn’t even fazed by his general demeanor. She was used to dealing with Nightsisters and Dathomirian males, a small child just wasn’t something that could intimidate her anymore. “You still look utterly adorable. I wonder how my cousin Tari would react to seeing you like this…”

At the mention of Tari, he got angry — why did she have to bring her up? Of all the people she had to mention, it had to be her, and it had to be now, “Shut up!” He shouted, “I’m not adorable! Stop saying that!” He pouted.

Maz only grinned and bent to gently ruffle his hair. “Why would I stop saying you’re adorable when it’s true? And I think I might just comm Tar’ika and see if she’d like to see you like this.”

“Oh, sure, you locked the gates and the doors to your private office, but we both know that hardly stops me—-or my cousins for that matter.” She replied, lifting her eyes to fix themselves on Victor. “And I’m sure there are others I could pester, but no one that I want to. Besides, I didn’t come here the express purpose to be annoying—-it was to show you what I found.”

Feeling just a bit petulant, Maz stuck her tongue out at him. “But I don’t want to find someone else, I want to stay here. But I suppose you don’t care. Not that I mind all that much, but the company of a friend is still nice from time to time.”

“Oh, sure, you locked the gates and the doors to your private office, but we both know that hardly stops me----or my cousins for that matter.” She replied, lifting her eyes to fix themselves on Victor. “And I’m sure there are others I could pester, but no one that I want to. Besides, I didn’t come here the express purpose to be annoying----it was to show you what I found.”

Maz paused a moment before she looked up and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her. “Yes, that would be correct. Anything in particular you need help with?”

Maz stopped then and turned around, an eyebrow lifting as she examined him carefully. “And…just where did you leave it? And what did you borrow—-though I doubt he’d agree with that if you didn’t ask his permission.”

Soft laughter pulled itself from Maz then, and continued for a several long minutes. “Fuck, Ky’lar. We really need to get that device back. Wouldn’t want the residents to start trying to take it apart and end up messing with it to the point that its utterly ruined, now would we?”

She looked at him then, and gave him a sharp-toothed smile. “Well, now you’ve got me interested. Did you fuck something up, perhaps?” she asked, moving out from behind the counter and gesturing for him to follow her towards the staff offices.

Maz stopped then and turned around, an eyebrow lifting as she examined him carefully. “And...just where did you leave it? And what did you borrow----though I doubt he’d agree with that if you didn’t ask his permission.”

very very very very low-key starter call

I CAN FINALLY USE MAZ’S PAU’AN VERSE