I love the idea of a kid who was raised in Mandalorian society and knows Mandalorians to be the people they trust/are generally good with kids, getting lost somewhere and being on their own for a while
But the moment they see a Mandalorian in the market— one they do not know and have never met— they’re running up and crashing into them, clinging to their leg the second they get there or reaching up to them with those uppy hands, asking for help. Mando in question is looking down at this itty bitty thing like “excuse me” but then the kid calls them ba’vodu and looks up at them with these big wet eyes and asks for help in Mando’a and— “okay, okay, calm down, let’s find who you belong to. Yes I will pick you up. Yes I understand you. Thank you for not touching things you know you’re not supposed to. Hey Zar’gax the Destructor—” *hulking Trandoshan bounty hunting partner turns around* “I have to do a side quest, I’ll meet up with you later”
Zar'gax (in Dosh): “[lf You're Going to Cook That Thing I Want a Cut. I'm Starving.]”
Mandalorian: "It's a KID"
Zar’gax: “[Makes No Difference to Trandoshans]”
Zar’gax can’t tell if the Mandalorian is glaring or not and frankly does not care. He tilts his head at the thing in the Mandalorian’s arms, nictitating membrane flicking over his remaining eye in curiosity as his tongue coils in the air past slick fangs, getting a scent, and ohh they smell plump and juicy—
The Mando cub sticks out their tongue at Zar’gax and the Trandoshan barks a coarse laugh— Mando yanks the kid back from the approaching bounty hunter, slapping a hand over their mouth and scolding them quietly as Zar’gax approaches, looming over the both of them. Mando halts his approach with one arm raised, their fist curled and the flamethrower on their gauntlet aimed at the reptilian’s chest.
“[This Hatchling Challenges Me.]”
“That is not what they did.”
“[It Is Old Enough to Mimic; It Is Old Enough to Fight.]”
“It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”
“[I Will Win.]”
“I wasn’t worried about you.”
“[The Victor Will Eat the Other, As Is Customary.]”
“The kid didn’t and doesn’t want to eat you.”
Kid: “I WILL IF I HAVE TO”
Mando: *exasperated sigh* “Can we all just take a moment and r e l a x here?”
“[Let the Hatchling Fight, Mando.]”
Hiding the snacks in the bottom cabinet again are we?

















