You and Mando are traveling through space with time to kill. It's bunkbed chat time.
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"Mando?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you dream about?" you ask idly from your bunk that sits above his.
Silence.
"Mando, you awake?" you call out.
"Yeah," he sighs out through the filter of his helmet.
You liked to ask questions of Mando before the two of you fell asleep, and the quiet stretches of space always gave your mind time to wander. You quickly realized that you enjoyed asking the kind Mandalorian any question that passed through your head, endlessly entertained by his feigned annoyance.
"So?" you continue, "What do you dream about?"
"No one asking me things." The little chuckle he lets out at his own joke doesn't escape you. He likes the little back and forth the two of you have.
You think about your next question, letting the comfortable silence stretch out between the two of you.
"Mando?"
Sigh. "Yes?"
"Do you cut your own hair?" you ask with a smile. You've often imagined what he looks like under that stoic helmet. "Like, do you have a ponytail under there? A shaved head? Are you bald?"
"Where do you get these questions? What goes on in your head?" he asks with a bemused tone.
"Oh, so you're bald."
"Am not," he says defensively, although he immediately softens his voice. "And yes, I do cut my own hair. I don't like it too long, but I don't always get a chance to trim it. Before you ask...yes, it's a little long right now."
You bite your lip and think about what his too-long hair might look like. "Do you have any questions for me?"
He ponders for a moment. "No. But...I don't mind if you ask more questions. Helps the time pass."
"What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?" you inquire, desperate to learn more about a clumsy, teenaged Mando.
"Alright, question time is over."
You grin, totally unaware of Mando's matching smile under his helmet. You'll get it out of him eventually, and he knows it. He would answer anything you asked of him.












