Is there greater satisfaction as an artist than when someone asks you “Where did you buy that!?” with admiration in their voice and you can grin and say “I made it!”
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din: grogu is too young to operate heavy machinery
grogu: no grogu wants to be forklift certified
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HEADCANON:
This Jedi who gets killed shielding Grogu?
She was Kelleran Beq's friend. They used to share a mug of caf together every Taungsday and vent about the troublesome younglings in their respective care.
So when he picks up her lightsaber...
... he recognizes it. He looks back at the dead Jedi and realizes it's her. And he can't help but feel a surge of emotion.
That's when the clones arrive.
And instead of giving in to his anger, Kelleran uses the emotion to steel his resolve.
Her sacrifice will be honored.
He won't let this youngling die, no matter what.
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The first few weeks Din had the little green womp rat on his ship, the little bugger kept waking him up in the middle of the night
Din was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, he was no stranger to his ship being raided or having to be a light sleeper in anticipation of sneak attacks during the night.
In was in their blood.
What he wasn't prepared for was the little green monster the size of a porg to be body slamming him in the middle of the night.
Din slept with his blaster, there could've been serious casualties.
After the ninth time his sleep had been disturbed, Din grabbed the creature. "What? Why do you keep doing this, you little womp rat?"
It's ears lowered to the sides of his head, making a keening sound unlike a young foundling in need of attention.
Din observed him quietly, setting him down on his lap. "Don't tell me you're scared of sleeping up there?" he glanced at the overhanging cot, confused.
It was made of durable leather and skins, it had enough space for the little green monster, so why was it so scared?
The green porg whimpered again and his small hands wrapped around Din's shirt, trembling slightly.
He didn't understand its language, but Din did understand its intentions.
It was scared.
With a heavy defeated sigh, Din fell back on his bed, if one could call the slab of collapsible ship wall covered by a blanket a bed, and closed his eyes.
He felt tiny hands grab at him and push a little body upward, until the creature nestled itself into the crook of his arm and chest.
With a gesture Din convinced himself was either instinctual or accidental, his free hand rested protectively over the boy, feeling its body relax under his weight.
Din settled back into a light sleep, mildly aware of the tiny face nuzzling deeper into his chest.
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