#leave-it

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But then I thought - wait a moment. 

And - well.

I've added a lot of characters to this lineup since the last time I posted it, saying it was done, and I'm heart-broken to (I think) actually be done this time. T__T I've had SO MUCH FUN doing the ref sheets for @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s series, "The Mandalorian, his son and the Storm Trooper," and I have to say a huge thank you to our favorite author for letting me play with her characters. <3

As always, these are my best attempts at interpreting @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s wonderful descriptions, but they're just one interpretation and my drawings aren't the law. And if they help anyone with their own fanart or fics, then that's great!

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Corin doesn't really know how to flirt. He knows the technical term, that some are very good at it, but he's never had the skill. Usually others had approached him, not the other way around. Until now Corin has never found anyone interesting enough to make him want to put in the effort.

So now he's in a relationship (which is still mind-boggling to him) and Corin has no idea how to flirt with his partner.

This becomes painfully apparent to him one day as he's lounging in a chair in one of the common rooms with Leave-it and Zev'sonya at opposite sides of the newly acquired sofa, each with a datapad in their hands. Clearly Zev'sonya is in an exceptionally good mood as there is no trace of the usual frown on her face and at one point, she actually reaches over and lightly prods at the blond's thigh with the tip of her boot.

Bored one evening, Corin, Raga and Zev decided to see what would happen if they sent their partner a baby-request.

Walking inside, Corin has just finished up with his morning work-out and he pulls the front of his sleeveless up to dry the sweat off his face. Dropping the fabric down again, that’s when he sees Zev'sonya watching something. The thoughtful frown on her face and the tilt to her head awakens his curiosity so he saunters over to check out what she’s looking at.

To his amusement, he quickly realizes that she’s observing Leave-it.

Standing next to her, Corin has to grin a little as he watches the blond’s tribulations as he’s sitting on the floor and trying to get at one of the cookies inside the clay jar Paz had brought the child and Junior yesterday. The opening of the jar is clearly meant for small hands and Leave-it is struggling to get to the treasure inside with his adult paws.

Zev'sonya sighs as Leave-it tries to hold the jar upside down and shake the cookies out to no avail as the opening is designed to prevent spill. “Tell me, Corin, have you ever questioned some of the choices you’ve made or looked at your life and asked yourself how the kriff you ended up where you are?”

Corin shrugs. “All the time.”

Smiling a little, she glances over at him. “Yeah. I guess you do.” She looks back at Leave-it who is now trying to look inside the jar with one eye. “You were supposed to live a life of riches and titles. Must be weird to end up with riffraff. And I’m guessing ending up with a Mandalorian wasn’t a part of your plans either.”

“I didn’t have any plans, really.” Corin replies with utter honesty. He did as he was told, it was his father who had all the plans. After his father died, Corin only cared about staying alive. “And you’re not riffraff. You’re my friends. As for Din, I still can’t believe I’m this lucky.”

Leave-it manages to pry his hand, after a lot of tweaking, into the jar and grins widely when he gets a hold of a cookie, only to get a look of confusion when he can’t get his hand out again.

“I got to ask.” Zev'sonya turns to face Corin completely. “The helmet. It doesn’t come off? Ever?”

Corin shakes his head. “It’s a part of his Creed.” Truth be told, he doesn’t think too much about Din always wearing it. It’s just a part of Din to him.

“Not even when you’re…?” Zev'sonya raises her eyebrows meaningfully at him.

At first Corin fails to realize what she’s getting at and when he does get it, his face flares up and probably makes his already training-flustered face even more red. He stutters something.

Zev'sonya grins. “I guess that answers that. And it doesn’t bother you?”

Corin shakes his head. Why should it?

Leave-it gets his empty hand free, looks at it and shoves it into the jar again.

“So you’ve never seen his face. Aren’t you curious?” Zev'sonya certainly looks curious but also sounds a bit mesmerized by how Corin hasn’t grown his attachment on Din’s appearance.

“Curious? A little.” Corin admits it with a slight taste of shame, but he’s only human. “But it isn’t all that important to me what he looks like.” He shrugs with a faint smile. If he never gets to see Din’s face, that’s fine because; “I love him. His heart, his kindness, his bravery and amazing soul. Him. That’s what matters to me.”

Zev'sonya nods and turns her attention back to the blond, but Corin instinctively knows she does so to keep him from seeing what he’s already seen; the flash of emotion in her eyes.

Leave-it lets out a sound of distress as he tries in vain to tug his hand free of the jar without letting go of the cookie.

Zev'sonya closes her eyes for a second, sighs with the suffering of a thousand saints, then walks over and kneels down next to Leave-it. “Leave it, you idiot.” And when he does, she sneaks her much smaller hand inside, grabs a cookie between two fingers and tweaks it out before handing it to him.

Looking at the cookie like it is made out of Beskar, Leave-it then looks up at her and beams a smile bright enough to light up the Galaxy. “You are the best!” With cookie safely in his right hand, he uses his left to take her hand in his. “Marry me.”

“Sure.” Zev'sonya deadpans, pulls free and gets up.

Leave-it scrambles to his feet as well, wide-eyed and excited. “Really?”

“Sure.” Zev'sonya continues in that same flat tone. “As soon as Din and Corin gets married. We can have a double-wedding.” She walks out of the room.

Leave-it makes a half-choked sound, looks over at the startled Corin, then runs after Zev'sonya. “That’s not fair.” There is the sound of a cookie being devoured. “That could take YEARS!”

Shaking his head, Corin walks over and picks up the abandoned cookie jar to prevent anyone from stepping on it. He doesn’t understand why those two don’t just get married already. It’s so obvious that is where they’re heading, what they both want, so why keep drawing it out?

Corin stares down at the cookie jar and a thought seeps into his head…

Ten seconds later, too tempted by the delicious looking cookies, Corin lets out a sound of distress as he can’t get his hand out of the jar as long as he’s got a cookie in his grip, no matter how he tugs and struggles.

A faint sigh catches his attention and Corin looks over to see Din standing there, a pensive tilt to his head, watching him struggle.