Apr 13, 2015
Onith, “The skirt is short on purpose.”
Torian does a double take. The pliers he’s fussing with tumble out of his hand with a clatter, catching Onith’s attention as she comes down the last few steps from the Mantis’ upper-deck.
“Let me guess,” she says. “You like the outfit?”
“I, uh.” He scratches his cheek as he searches for the right words. “You’re wearing-” that? No, it’s not his place to question her clothing choices. “Not a lot.”
His beroya chuckles. “Yes, dear. The skirt is short on purpose.”
“What purpose?” He’s not pouting. He’s a grown Mandalorian man. Grown Mandalorians don’t pout.
“Teasing you, mostly.” Onith smiles and holds out her hand. “Ready to head out?”