#reyofforce

He walks slowly towards her smooth voice lures “Yes....You can trust me..” he smiles charming his eyes a tempest storm of darkness he cannot hide “ . your not against me...“

Looking  up  from  cleaning  his  blaster,  Din  considered  the  question  instead  of  outright  saying  no.  The  planet  they  were  on  was  experiencing  severe  storms  and  they'd  been  stuck  inside  for  several  days,  which  he  knew  had  to  be  boring  for  a  kid.  Learning  patience  was  important  if  you  truly  wanted  to  be  a  predator,  but  still.  She  was  a  kid.

@reyofforce​ asked: “how about we don’t do that.”

((OOC: @reyofforce ))

The Doctor walked out of his TARDIS and onto the space ship.  He was in a new part of space that he hadn’t been to often, in a very far away galaxy and he was fairly unfamilar with their ships, so he wanted to explore.  He found a vessel with one passenger and figured it would be worth exploring.  He could probably explore the ship without it ever being known he was there.  He wouldn’t interfere, just observe, or so he thought.  However, almost as soon as he walked out, he turned a corner and a woman was there, staring at him, and pointing a gun or some kind of blaster at him.  “Why hello there,” the Doctor grinned as he raised his hands in surrender.

@reyofforce​: (From lil' Rey) She looked at the man curiously. "I like your armor but if you're Mandalorian, why aren't you wearing a helmet?"

"The  day  I  let  you  levitate  me  through  town  is  the  day  I'm  dead."  Din  informed  her  flatly,  not  at  all  impressed  with  Rey's  threat.  It  was  one  thing  to  have  her  float  him  around  during  her  training  or  meditation,  but  another  for  her  to  decide  that  she  would  cart  him  around  like  a  load  of  scrap  metal  because  he  was  refusing  to  do  something  she  wanted.  Din  knew  that  he  was  accused  of  spoiling  his  foundlings,  but  he  did  understand  how  to  say  no  to  them.

Besides,  he  hated  attending  official  meetings  and  if  that  Bothan  representative  was  there  again,  Din  couldn't  promise  that  he  wouldn't  deck  him.

"It's  your  favorite,"  Din  countered,  as  if  that  was  all  it  took  to  prove  that  he  undeniably  and  unequivocally  did  need  to  make  food.  Even  though  his  helmet  was  on,  the  smile  was  evident  in  Din's  voice,  a  happiness  born  out  of  having  his  second  child  back  home  from  her  hunt.  Din  believed  in  Rey  and  knew  that  she  could  handle  herself,  but  like  any  parent,  he  could  grow  emotional  over  'firsts'  no  matter  how  capable  and  grown  the  child  in  question  was.  

There  were  people  who  would  have  said  he  should  be  doing  other  things,  sitting  on  the  throne  and  waiting  for  an  official  report  if  he  absolutely  needed  to  know,  but  the  majority  of  those  around  understood  that  Rey  was  his  foundling  and  that  he  was  her  father.  Her  first  hunt  only  happened  once.