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@pazsla​:  ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down. @din 

There’s a defiant stubbornness, a want to push back against him and tell him ‘no’, to remain standing, pacing, despite there being no good reason be so difficult or petty. Eyes narrow through tinted glass, a long second passing before finally, the Mandalorian moved to sit down, gaze flicking over towards Grogu, instinctive in his protectiveness of the small child. They were safe here, in the company of another Mandalorian, they would be okay.

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@pazsla asked:

​ ‘ never underestimate yourself. but also do not overestimate yourself, that’s bad too. ’

“Wise words.” He says, nodding as he leans against the table, half-finished meal before him. It’s casual, practiced, as he surveys the bazaar. Bustling and loud and hot, but peaceful for all of its disorder (something the Empire never seemed to understand).

Janin was still for a long, long moment, then she laughed abruptly and lowered her weapons -- but did not holster them.  “Well, never let it be said I’m a sore loser.”

       ‘  tell  me  about  these...  FOUNDLINGS  you’ve  mentioned,  ’  the  queen  finally  spoke  after  a  long,  heavy  pause  between  the  two.  it  was  a  strange  word  on  her  tongue,  a  word  she  had  never  used  to  describe  children  before.  the  mandalorian  had  spelled  it  out  for  her  in  passing,  but  she  was  sure  it  still  may  have  sounded  awkward  and  incorrect  coming  from  her  voice. 

       he  did  not  seem  to  be  the  kind  of  person  you  could  LOSE  in  a  crowd  with  the  recognizable  armor  and  how  he  seemed  to  tower  over  every  living  being  in  the  market.  and  yet  symphony  still  found  herself  looking  back  at  him  to  make  sure  he  was  still  following  despite  only  being  a  step  or  two  ahead  of  him.  she  was  quite  small  compared  to  him  and  prone  to  getting  easily  distracted  by  the  many  enticing  stalls  they  were  surrounded  by,  so  perhaps  she  were  merely  afraid  of  him  somehow  losing  sight  of  her  as  the  crowds  grew  denser  and  denser.

       ‘  do  they  also  wear  armor?  ’  she  asked,  briefly  investigating  the  intricacies  of  his  armor  before  looking  back  up  at  the  visor  she  could  safely  assume  he  was  able  to  see  through.