The child finishes his second bowl of soup a little slower than the first one, but he still finishes it nevertheless, placing it down on the table and wiping his mouth with his too-long sleeve.
He raises both hands to make it easier for dad to pick him up and chirps softly, ready to get out of there.
He picks his son back up and heads back out into the cold, draping the cape over him so that he'll stay warm. There's stops at a few more shops to pick up supplies for the ship like food and tools for repairs.
Then they head back to the clothing shop. The tailoring had been completed and he examines the snug, fur-lined ensemble. He sets the child down and asks him, "What do you think?"
Tucked into dad's side, he's nice and warm as they walk through the village once more, collecting up the few supplies they need along the way. He mostly just watches as dad talks and people deliver.
Once back at the shop where dad got his new clothes, dad shows him his new clothes and he smiles, chirping happily and raising his arms once more.
There's something that just warms his heart so much each time the kid looks happy. Just the way he looks up at him, like the Mandalorian hung the stars and moon in the sky, well, that had been enough to make him go back for the little one to begin with. He's got no regrets at all about that particular decision.
He helps the little alien get dressed, even if the toddler seems very determined to try and do it himself. There's a large hood designed to fit over his wide ears and Mando pulls it up over his head to keep him warm on the way back to the ship.
The Child absolutely makes it difficult. He keeps trying to dress himself while squirming every time dad helps but they eventually get there and then his ears are tucked up under the hood and he feels warm and comfortable and safe.
He chirps and his little clawed hands grip at the long, fluffy sleeves from the inside. And then it's time to go home and he raises his hands in the tell-tale sign for "up".
He dutifully picks his son back up, holding him close as they had back to the ship. They might be able to stay here a few days before anyone catches up to them, so he’s going to be making the most of the time. Darkness has started to fall and it’s very dim by the time they get back to the ship. He heads on board as a chill runs through him, even with the extra layers of warmth.
Once they’re on board, he sets the child down in the living quarters of the ship. He sets up a holo-program for him to watch, something about the Clone Wars. Is it the most family-friendly thing for him to watch? No. But Mando is still getting used to caring for a child.
Once he’s sure the little alien is thoroughly engrossed, he goes off to what serves as his bedroom, and opens up the container of soup that he’d brought back. After removing his helmet, he swigs it down gratefully, letting the warmth get absorbed into his body. He’s thinking ahead to what their next move will be.
The walk back to the ship goes quickly enough; mostly because dad walks so much faster than he does because of his long legs. He has one clawed hand gripping the edge of dad's armour the whole way back and he peeks out around his cape to watch as the village disappears behind them.
It's warmer in the ship, away from the wind but there's still a chill in the air. It's far more bearable in his new clothes and so he settles down to watch his holo-program easily, only sparing a look at dad's disappearing back as he goes into his room.
He gets bored quickly though and wanders off to find something to play with.
The Mandalorian eats quickly, not just because he's hungry. He's learned enough about his son to know that leaving him alone for too long will only spell trouble in the end. He puts his helmet back on and then goes off to find him. When he finds him in the front console, it looks like he's ready to start pushing buttons.
"C'mere, you little womp rat," Mando says with no small part of affection. He picks him and then sets him on his lap as he sits down, pulling up the navigational charts as he goes. "We can stay here for a few days, but where do you think we should go to next?" He doesn't know why he talks to the little one so much. It's not like he ever gets an answer back. Maybe he's hoping if he does it enough, he might just get the alien talking. It'd be nice to get some back-and-forth conversation going on instead of always having it be one-sided.
He hears dad coming but he still let's out a scream of frustration when he gets picked up and plopped into his dad's lap. His ears droop when he realises he can't reach the controls or little nobs to pull on.
Instead, he turns around and grabs the bottom of dad's helmet, just holding on because he can't actually reach his face.
He chirps softly, head tilted to one side in question.
He shakes his head. "Sorry, kiddo. The helmet stays on. Always." Even around his son. Where is this all going to end up eventually? Was he going to end up teaching the little alien the Way of the Mandalorian? The idea of trying to craft a small helmet that could fit those big ears make a smile come to his lips under the mask.
He rubs a gloved forefinger and thumb over one of the large ears in question. No, as much as he'd like that, the kid is different. Not just as an alien, but in the way he can bend the Force to his will. What he really needs to do is find someone who can explain all that to him. He's way out of his league here. All he knows is that the galaxy hasn't been friendly to Force-users in a long time. It's up to him to keep his son safe for as long as he can.
The baby nods, though there's no way for his dad to know if it's because he understands or just because he's responding to spoken words. He does know what the head shake means though and his grip shifts to the edge of his chest plate instead, because he doesn't like when dad says no.
His ear twitches at the touch and he tilts his head towards the touch, blinking big brown eyes up at him. The sound he lets out is almost a purr but not quite and he leans forward to rest his head against dad's chest, just because he can.
It was moments like this that Mando's heart completely melted. Whatever natural stoicness he had was just wiped away whenever his son did something like purr, chirp, or even so much as smile at him. Even from the first moment he saw him, part of Mando knew he'd never be able to give him up.
He hugs him close for a second, just enjoying the moment. "I heard rumor of some guy claiming to be a Jedi that's with the Rebel Alliance. Maybe we should head to him?" Luke Skykiller or something like that. He might have some answers for the Mandalorian regarding his surrogate son here. Assuming that the rumors were at all true and not just a load of hooey as they so often were.
The child has no idea what a Jedi is or who this Luke guy could be, but he's being hugged and dad seems to think finding him is a good idea so he leans back so he can tilt his head and make a sound that means yes.
It's curious, that dad doesn't seem to know what he can do but maybe it's not just the norm and he's special? Would explain why all these bad people won't leave him and dad alone. So maybe Luke whatever is the answer.
"Yeah, you're right. We'll see if this guy knows what he's talking about or if it's just a lot of exhaust fuel. We'll head there tomorrow." For tonight, he'd make sure the ship stayed toasty while they slept. Usually, he let the little one sleep in his own bed, but tonight he figured it might be better for them to be together to keep warm.
"Oh, that reminds me. I got you something." He'd picked it up while his son had been busy and distracted in one of the shops. He picks it up out of one of the bags he'd brought back with them. It's a little stuffed bantha, just the soft sort of thing that a child would like to play with. He holds it out to the child. "Do you like it?"
The Baby continues to watch him, head tilted to one side as he continues to talk. The chest plate of Dad's armour isn't comfortable, but he remains pressed against it in the closest thing he can offer to a hug with his little self.
He makes a small chirp of question and a smile comes to his face when he sees the small, soft toy. He grabs it with both hands and lets out a squeak of contentment and happiness, big ears flopping when he nods.
"Hmmm, I don't think you do. Maybe I'll take it back..." He pretends to pull it away in a playful manner, only giving it back when the little one gives an indignant chirp and reaches for it again. "...Nah. You can hold onto it."
He picks his son up and takes him back to the area Din has reserved for sleeping in his ship. It's a small bunk, and frankly, the small area he's set aside for the little one to sleep in is larger for his small size, but he doesn't want him to get cold tonight. He does seem to be based off a vaguely reptilian species after all.
The Baby lets out a noise of protest when his dad pulls the toy away and he smiles again when it's handed back to him. He wraps his little arms around it and squeezes it, looking up at his dad with a happy expression on his face.
He makes himself comfortable on the bed, near the wall and where he can flop back onto the pillow at the head of the bed and waits for dad to join him so they can sleep. There's a big yawn and he flops back, stuff bantha held against him.
Din checks the ship one last time, making sure the life support systems and that the weapons are all working properly. He’s going to make sure he’s not caught with his pants down if they get attacked in the middle of the night.
After that is done, he goes to lie down with his son, taking off most of the armor to exchange it for warm clothes. He gets into the bed and looks down at the little alien that he’s come to view as his own family and his heart swells with tenderness. He runs a hand over the big ears one more time and whispers: “I love you. Good night.” Then the lights are turned out and he falls asleep quickly hearing the heartbeat of his son and knowing the little form is safe next to him.
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The child finishes his second bowl of soup a little slower than the first one, but he still finishes it nevertheless, placing it down on the table and wiping his mouth with his too-long sleeve.
He raises both hands to make it easier for dad to pick him up and chirps softly, ready to get out of there.
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Then they head back to the clothing shop. The tailoring had been completed and he examines the snug, fur-lined ensemble. He sets the child down and asks him, "What do you think?"
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Once back at the shop where dad got his new clothes, dad shows him his new clothes and he smiles, chirping happily and raising his arms once more.
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He helps the little alien get dressed, even if the toddler seems very determined to try and do it himself. There's a large hood designed to fit over his wide ears and Mando pulls it up over his head to keep him warm on the way back to the ship.
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He chirps and his little clawed hands grip at the long, fluffy sleeves from the inside. And then it's time to go home and he raises his hands in the tell-tale sign for "up".
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Once they’re on board, he sets the child down in the living quarters of the ship. He sets up a holo-program for him to watch, something about the Clone Wars. Is it the most family-friendly thing for him to watch? No. But Mando is still getting used to caring for a child.
Once he’s sure the little alien is thoroughly engrossed, he goes off to what serves as his bedroom, and opens up the container of soup that he’d brought back. After removing his helmet, he swigs it down gratefully, letting the warmth get absorbed into his body. He’s thinking ahead to what their next move will be.
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It's warmer in the ship, away from the wind but there's still a chill in the air. It's far more bearable in his new clothes and so he settles down to watch his holo-program easily, only sparing a look at dad's disappearing back as he goes into his room.
He gets bored quickly though and wanders off to find something to play with.
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"C'mere, you little womp rat," Mando says with no small part of affection. He picks him and then sets him on his lap as he sits down, pulling up the navigational charts as he goes. "We can stay here for a few days, but where do you think we should go to next?" He doesn't know why he talks to the little one so much. It's not like he ever gets an answer back. Maybe he's hoping if he does it enough, he might just get the alien talking. It'd be nice to get some back-and-forth conversation going on instead of always having it be one-sided.
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Instead, he turns around and grabs the bottom of dad's helmet, just holding on because he can't actually reach his face.
He chirps softly, head tilted to one side in question.
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He rubs a gloved forefinger and thumb over one of the large ears in question. No, as much as he'd like that, the kid is different. Not just as an alien, but in the way he can bend the Force to his will. What he really needs to do is find someone who can explain all that to him. He's way out of his league here. All he knows is that the galaxy hasn't been friendly to Force-users in a long time. It's up to him to keep his son safe for as long as he can.
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His ear twitches at the touch and he tilts his head towards the touch, blinking big brown eyes up at him. The sound he lets out is almost a purr but not quite and he leans forward to rest his head against dad's chest, just because he can.
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He hugs him close for a second, just enjoying the moment. "I heard rumor of some guy claiming to be a Jedi that's with the Rebel Alliance. Maybe we should head to him?" Luke Skykiller or something like that. He might have some answers for the Mandalorian regarding his surrogate son here. Assuming that the rumors were at all true and not just a load of hooey as they so often were.
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It's curious, that dad doesn't seem to know what he can do but maybe it's not just the norm and he's special? Would explain why all these bad people won't leave him and dad alone. So maybe Luke whatever is the answer.
But if he hurts dad...
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"Oh, that reminds me. I got you something." He'd picked it up while his son had been busy and distracted in one of the shops. He picks it up out of one of the bags he'd brought back with them. It's a little stuffed bantha, just the soft sort of thing that a child would like to play with. He holds it out to the child. "Do you like it?"
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He makes a small chirp of question and a smile comes to his face when he sees the small, soft toy. He grabs it with both hands and lets out a squeak of contentment and happiness, big ears flopping when he nods.
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He picks his son up and takes him back to the area Din has reserved for sleeping in his ship. It's a small bunk, and frankly, the small area he's set aside for the little one to sleep in is larger for his small size, but he doesn't want him to get cold tonight. He does seem to be based off a vaguely reptilian species after all.
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He makes himself comfortable on the bed, near the wall and where he can flop back onto the pillow at the head of the bed and waits for dad to join him so they can sleep. There's a big yawn and he flops back, stuff bantha held against him.
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After that is done, he goes to lie down with his son, taking off most of the armor to exchange it for warm clothes. He gets into the bed and looks down at the little alien that he’s come to view as his own family and his heart swells with tenderness. He runs a hand over the big ears one more time and whispers: “I love you. Good night.” Then the lights are turned out and he falls asleep quickly hearing the heartbeat of his son and knowing the little form is safe next to him.