I've added a lot of characters to this lineup since the last time I posted it, saying it was done, and I'm heart-broken to (I think) actually be done this time. T__T I've had SO MUCH FUN doing the ref sheets for @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s series, "The Mandalorian, his son and the Storm Trooper," and I have to say a huge thank you to our favorite author for letting me play with her characters. <3
As always, these are my best attempts at interpreting @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s wonderful descriptions, but they're just one interpretation and my drawings aren't the law. And if they help anyone with their own fanart or fics, then that's great!
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Maybe we could all need a moment of distraction tonight? So I give you; Mokae, and the struggles he faces living with a pack of Mudhorns...
Mokae looks at Raga cleaning her blaster by the dining table, oil and grease soaked rags scattered all over the table, while Liita - the oil and grease covered creature she is - sits next to her with what he is pretty sure is Paz' jetpack and a minefield of tools spread all over the floor. The sight brings a long-suffering sigh from his lips.
By one of the smaller tables, Leave-it is shoveling food into his mouth while trying to tell Zev'sonya how pretty she looks this morning. That of course ends with the Twi'lek rolling her eyes and walking out of the room, which leads to Leave-it scrambling to follow her and leaves, as usual, his plate and cup behind. Mokae picks them up and sighs again. 'Leave it' indeed!
Walking down towards the kitchen, aiming to at least remove Leave-it's mess, Mokae walks by the medical room and sees Hauroko has been doing some rearranging again and things are scattered all over the place. He clenches his jaw and walks a little faster so not to see the mess.
On his way, he gives the passing Kiergan a nod, trying to forget how the man had left a trail of muddy bootprints over at least two floors yesterday after he and Corin had gone for a run.
Mokae enters the kitchen and feels jab of annoyance towards said Corin at the sight that meets him. The man means well, he's one of the few who do try to clean up after himself, but he has the attention span of a space gnat and always forgets to shove the chairs back in under the table after having breakfast with his son. The son, who has a very bad habit of leaving candy wrappers everywhere. Everywhere! Even in places he theoretically shouldn't be able to go.
And then there's Din, who never ever can wipe off the counter after he's prepared food there. Augh!
Lost in irritation, Mokae barely notes Mose's presence in the kitchen and fails entirely to see the other one present there before he almost walks directly into him. Slowly lifting his gaze up the blue armor, Mokae blinks as he finds Paz' t-visor glaring back at him. For a second, they merely stare at each other, then there is a drawn-out crrrrunching sound that Mokae figures is either Paz having helped himself to those nuts Jana had brought back from the village yesterday or him chewing on some finger bones from the last person who annoyed him. Either option is equally plausible in Mokae's eyes.
But he decides not to mention that those treats were meant for everyone and not just Paz, snacks have a habit of vanishing when he's around, so he just lowers his gaze and moves gingerly by the Mandalorian to place Leave-it's plate and cup in the sink.
A shuffling sound makes Mokae glance back over his shoulder and he sees Mose is making his way towards the door, done eating. Mokae is a little surprised to see Junior is actually out and about this morning and smiles a little at her pouncing on the end of Mose's tail, holding on tight with both arms, giggling as she's dragged along.
It's only after the Hutts have left that Mokae sees the globs of drool left behind in several places.
Mokae stops smiling. Ew.
Turning back to the sink, with several plates, knives and cups abandoned by the ones who had used them, Mokae sighs. And turns the water on.
(Paz makes a discrete escape, clearly dreading getting recruited and having to get his hands wet.)
It is Kinnon's turn to do laundry today, which means Mokae will have to do them again tonight. Either that woman has no idea how to do it or she just can't be bothered to do it right.
Cordé is on kitchen duty, which means Mokae needs to be nearby with water in case she sets something of fire again. That woman stresses so much that she causes endless trouble for herself. And him.
Jana talked about doing another supply run, but Mokae suspects that is just so she can get out of helping out with the chores. She always places the plates and cups in the wrong cabinets anyway.
Mokae starts scrubbing plates with an annoyed grunt.
These people are as clean and helpful as Mudhorns! He has no idea why he bothers. They could probably be living with filth up to the ears and not notice. Mokae would just like to have things neat and clean and quiet. Is that too much to ask? Brutes and ingrates, the lot of them!
“Hey...” A quiet voice says next to him. “Need a hand...?”
Mokae glances over and sees young Heiden standing there. Anxious and uncertain, as always, but who never leaves a mess and will help clean up after the other ruffians. “Nah, it's cool. I got this.”
Heiden shrugs and takes up position next to him. “It'll be faster with two.”
Mokae turns back to his task at hand, smiles a little. “Roger that.”
At least there is one person there is hope for in the castle. Maybe two, if Corin can remember those chairs.
