[It’s been well over a week now since she texted him by mistake, and Din is pretty certain that by now she’s figured out that he’s not who she thought he was. He’s not exactly sure why he’s texting her, but he can’t sleep for some reason, and he thought of her. Of how it had been so easy to text back and forth with her, even if it had been for the selfish goal of sexual release. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they don’t know each other and that there’s clearly no jugement between them, and he could definitely use some easy, no pressure conversation tonight. He’s not even looking for something steamy, he just want something to distract his mind, for a while.]
Are you asleep Sweet Girl?
[If she’s mad at him for not coming forth with their case of mistaken identity, he wouldn’t hold it against her, but he still chances a text, in case she’s not that angry with him.]
[ yeah, it definitely hadn't taken her long to figure out that the person she was texting was a) not the person who had her panties, because she'd actually found that red lacy pair in her own room a few hours later and b) someone she'd never even met before, much less spoken to on this ship.
going back over their conversation hadn't produced any new information, and she'd never gotten a name or even as much as a photo — but she'd sent him hers, and... let's just say now she's feeling a little stupid. well, part-stupid and the other part is more complicated than that, because she's pretty sure he hadn't been messing with her either. that everything they'd said to each other hadn't been a prank of some kind.
but she's not asleep when he texts her, even if she stares at the message in her field of vision for a few minutes trying to figure out how to answer it. ]
did you just "u up" me?
[ she's more amused than anything, come to find out. ]
[She's not wrong in her assessment of him: everything Din has written to her that night hadn't been meant as a prank, especially when their texting had turned into something more than just teasing about a pair of not-so lost red panties. In all honesty, he's never done anything like that before, from describing everything he'd like to do to her, to letting her on for that long. While people tend to assume he's not trustworthy because he's a bounty hunter, Din makes a point of being honest with his words, simply choosing not to speak when he can't be truthful.
The longer he waits for her reply, the more he feels guilty for his misleading, but then he gets her text back, and he relaxes slightly under the helmet:]
Yeah, I guess I just did.
Wasn't I supposed to?
[A subtle way to ask for her permission to keep on texting her; an 'out' if she's not interested, an opportunity for her to tell him to fuck himself if she wants to. It's the least he can offer, after all.]
[ really, she should be pissed. that's what she keeps coming back to, but then again, it's not like she has the impression that he did it specifically to make fun of her. maybe he was just as confused at the start, but then it hadn't really turned into that later. she still remembers coming on her fingers hard with his words swimming on the insides of her eyelids, and as far as she can tell, he'd been getting himself off on the other end of the line too.
what drives her a little crazy, though, is not knowing who he is on this ship or what he even looks like. ]
i don't know depends on what you want to talk about this time
[ it's equally subtle, but it's there; she's willing to hear him out, but maybe it's going to steer a different way than the last conversation did. that isn't to say she'd be opposed to more, but these days she hasn't done anything that reckless unless she's been soaked in whiskey too. ]
Anything, really. I can't sleep, and I don't think anyone I know on the ship is still up at this hour.
[Or more like if he texts anyone he knows, they are likely to probe as to why he isn't sleeping. He has nightmares, like everyone else that's lived through war and violence, but lately, he wonders if his empathic bond with Grogu isn't causing the kid's own nightmare to bleed into his. They've been more jumbled and frightening these past weeks.]
I guess I felt like after how we texted last, you wouldn't judge me for reaching out in the middle of the night.
[It's strange how easy it is to admit that, as if her not knowing him and him barely knowing anything of her either makes it easier to be this honest. To be this opened. It's not like she can compare this side of him to how he's usually closed off and quiet.]
i guess i just give off those insomniac vibes, huh?
[ it's not like she can really pretend that she isn't awake now, or that her sleeping habits really aren't even habits but something she either trips and falls into or manages to drink enough to pass out into. knocking herself unconscious isn't really sleeping, technically, but she can pretend. ]
well that depends on what you're reaching out for fashion tips?
[ she feels like she's earned the right to tease him, just a little, but simultaneously, cracking jokes has always been her way of maintaining a distance between herself and someone else. a barrier she tosses up so she doesn't have to worry about getting too close. ]
Will you be offended if I say 'yeah you did? It's not a bad thing, though? I don't think it is, I mean.
[She's absolutely earned the right to tease him, and if Din is honest with himself, it's something he likes in a woman, anyway: the way that one doesn't feel intimidated enough by him not to give him shit, teasingly or not. Her question does make him chuckle lightly, the sound soft in his room:]
I mean, I feel like I wouldn't go wrong asking fashion tips from the owner of red lacy panties, wouldn't you say? But no, I don't think I need fashion tips.
[Not because he thinks he's fashionable, but simply because he wears the exact same thing every day. And what he chooses to wear is more out of utility than fashion.]
To be honest, I don't really have any reasons to reach out other than simple....conversation? [Anything so that his brain doesn't overthink everything in his life right now, really] Like...IDK...tell me about a kind of food I should absolutely try if I ever find myself in your homeworld?
[This is a safe topic, right? Nothing too personal, but nothing too vague either. A good way to truly break the ice.]
you can't see it right now but i'm totally flipping you off ;)
[ hopefully, he can glean the sarcasm, the teasing in that reply, especially since she hasn't ended the conversation and she's really not offended at all that he considers her more of a night owl, because that's not incorrect either. so yeah, maybe she'll keep giving him a little shit just because she feels like she's earned the right after that first conversation, when she'd figured out he wasn't her intended recipient. ]
well if you wanted an honest opinion about whether or not you could pull them off just let me know
[ he is trying, though, and she does notice that, unable to repress a grin as she looks over his words. ]
there's not much purgatory's even known for but if you find yourself in the city at least you have to go with loaded nachos no question the more toppings the better
[He's not sure what 'flipping one off' means exactly, but Din can easily understand that it's meant as a rude gesture. Despite that, he picks up on the teasing, and something in him relaxes further. He can live with getting a bit of shit thrown at him: despite his gruff exterior, he does have a sense of humor.
That next text does make him chuckle lightly:]
Oh, I don't need to be told that or not, I know I can't pull them off. I'm lacking the right curves, definitely.
[He knows he has a flat ass, he's not even going to deny that.
He smiles when she answers, relieved that the initial awkwardness of their first meeting is behind them:]
Nachos. Those are the corn chips with cheese, right?
[He's slowly learning about all these Earthling dishes, thanks to the few friends from different Earths he's made since he's on the Danaë.]
All the toppings? Surely there's one that's your favourite?
too bad that's something i kinda would've liked to see
[ there's a hint in there about the fact that she hasn't seen much of anything, though, at least when it comes to him. all she knows is he's faceless guy, although she has heard his voice a time or two, those moments when he's actually switched to that option over the network and let her hear it.
but she doesn't know about the face attached, has never had the chance to even find out what he looks like, so picturing the image of him in a pair of her panties is especially amusing because she doesn't have a face or bod to go with it. ]
oh good you know them already
[ she's met plenty of people who don't and had to explain it, so she's not above doing it now if she has to, but him already having a sense of what they are cuts some corners for her. ]
honestly? probably the jalapenos i like my nachos with a little kick
oh really? so are you going to keep me waiting or do i get a sneak peek right now?
[ honestly, she'd prefer anything over a dick pic. not that she doesn't enjoy those too every now and then, but... time and place. ]
okay but i'm guessing you haven't had like every pizza topping that's even remotely known to man yet so maybe we need to get you squared away there before we even tackle nachos
Yeah, really. Isn't the whole point of sending a picture to put myself in the best light for you to see? I don't think red lace on a flat ass would achieve that.
And since you're asking so nicely... [He sends her one picture of him. It's nothing too revealing: his hands and thighs are probably what one could call his favourite parts of his body, and giving that they are always covered when he's in public, it's a safe one to send, even if the picture shows hints of his hands' tattoos.]
What toppings people put on their pizza other than basil and cheese?
[He had liked that sort: the flavours were simple yet delicious.]
you'd be surprised what a thong can do for even the flattest asses among us you're damn right i'm so polite you don't even know
[ maybe a part of her is hoping for a face shot by now, but when she gets something else instead it's... not necessarily a bad thing. just surprising. ]
nice ink [ which is her way of saying she thinks it's pretty freaking hot, actually. ]
ever heard that saying if you can dream it you can be it? that's kind of what pizza is like really you could put just about anything on it pepperoni, sausage, peppers some people do pineapple which is very controversial that's a fruit by the way
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text; @mandalorian
Are you asleep Sweet Girl?
[If she’s mad at him for not coming forth with their case of mistaken identity, he wouldn’t hold it against her, but he still chances a text, in case she’s not that angry with him.]
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going back over their conversation hadn't produced any new information, and she'd never gotten a name or even as much as a photo — but she'd sent him hers, and... let's just say now she's feeling a little stupid. well, part-stupid and the other part is more complicated than that, because she's pretty sure he hadn't been messing with her either. that everything they'd said to each other hadn't been a prank of some kind.
but she's not asleep when he texts her, even if she stares at the message in her field of vision for a few minutes trying to figure out how to answer it. ]
did you just "u up" me?
[ she's more amused than anything, come to find out. ]
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The longer he waits for her reply, the more he feels guilty for his misleading, but then he gets her text back, and he relaxes slightly under the helmet:]
Yeah, I guess I just did.
Wasn't I supposed to?
[A subtle way to ask for her permission to keep on texting her; an 'out' if she's not interested, an opportunity for her to tell him to fuck himself if she wants to. It's the least he can offer, after all.]
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what drives her a little crazy, though, is not knowing who he is on this ship or what he even looks like. ]
i don't know
depends on what you want to talk about this time
[ it's equally subtle, but it's there; she's willing to hear him out, but maybe it's going to steer a different way than the last conversation did. that isn't to say she'd be opposed to more, but these days she hasn't done anything that reckless unless she's been soaked in whiskey too. ]
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[Or more like if he texts anyone he knows, they are likely to probe as to why he isn't sleeping. He has nightmares, like everyone else that's lived through war and violence, but lately, he wonders if his empathic bond with Grogu isn't causing the kid's own nightmare to bleed into his. They've been more jumbled and frightening these past weeks.]
I guess I felt like after how we texted last, you wouldn't judge me for reaching out in the middle of the night.
[It's strange how easy it is to admit that, as if her not knowing him and him barely knowing anything of her either makes it easier to be this honest. To be this opened. It's not like she can compare this side of him to how he's usually closed off and quiet.]
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[ it's not like she can really pretend that she isn't awake now, or that her sleeping habits really aren't even habits but something she either trips and falls into or manages to drink enough to pass out into. knocking herself unconscious isn't really sleeping, technically, but she can pretend. ]
well that depends on what you're reaching out for
fashion tips?
[ she feels like she's earned the right to tease him, just a little, but simultaneously, cracking jokes has always been her way of maintaining a distance between herself and someone else. a barrier she tosses up so she doesn't have to worry about getting too close. ]
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[She's absolutely earned the right to tease him, and if Din is honest with himself, it's something he likes in a woman, anyway: the way that one doesn't feel intimidated enough by him not to give him shit, teasingly or not. Her question does make him chuckle lightly, the sound soft in his room:]
I mean, I feel like I wouldn't go wrong asking fashion tips from the owner of red lacy panties, wouldn't you say? But no, I don't think I need fashion tips.
[Not because he thinks he's fashionable, but simply because he wears the exact same thing every day. And what he chooses to wear is more out of utility than fashion.]
To be honest, I don't really have any reasons to reach out other than simple....conversation? [Anything so that his brain doesn't overthink everything in his life right now, really] Like...IDK...tell me about a kind of food I should absolutely try if I ever find myself in your homeworld?
[This is a safe topic, right? Nothing too personal, but nothing too vague either. A good way to truly break the ice.]
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[ hopefully, he can glean the sarcasm, the teasing in that reply, especially since she hasn't ended the conversation and she's really not offended at all that he considers her more of a night owl, because that's not incorrect either. so yeah, maybe she'll keep giving him a little shit just because she feels like she's earned the right after that first conversation, when she'd figured out he wasn't her intended recipient. ]
well if you wanted an honest opinion about whether or not you could pull them off
just let me know
[ he is trying, though, and she does notice that, unable to repress a grin as she looks over his words. ]
there's not much purgatory's even known for
but if you find yourself in the city at least
you have to go with loaded nachos
no question
the more toppings the better
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[He's not sure what 'flipping one off' means exactly, but Din can easily understand that it's meant as a rude gesture. Despite that, he picks up on the teasing, and something in him relaxes further. He can live with getting a bit of shit thrown at him: despite his gruff exterior, he does have a sense of humor.
That next text does make him chuckle lightly:]
Oh, I don't need to be told that or not, I know I can't pull them off. I'm lacking the right curves, definitely.
[He knows he has a flat ass, he's not even going to deny that.
He smiles when she answers, relieved that the initial awkwardness of their first meeting is behind them:]
Nachos. Those are the corn chips with cheese, right?
[He's slowly learning about all these Earthling dishes, thanks to the few friends from different Earths he's made since he's on the Danaë.]
All the toppings? Surely there's one that's your favourite?
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that's something i kinda would've liked to see
[ there's a hint in there about the fact that she hasn't seen much of anything, though, at least when it comes to him. all she knows is he's faceless guy, although she has heard his voice a time or two, those moments when he's actually switched to that option over the network and let her hear it.
but she doesn't know about the face attached, has never had the chance to even find out what he looks like, so picturing the image of him in a pair of her panties is especially amusing because she doesn't have a face or bod to go with it. ]
oh good
you know them already
[ she's met plenty of people who don't and had to explain it, so she's not above doing it now if she has to, but him already having a sense of what they are cuts some corners for her. ]
honestly?
probably the jalapenos
i like my nachos with a little kick
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Honestly, there are better images of me for you to see that I can think of.
[No, he's not sending a dick pic. He has more class than this. But he's not unwilling to share...something, if she's interested.]
I do know of them, but I haven't had the chance to try them yet. I barely just discovered pizza.
'Kick' as in 'spicy'? In that case, I'm even more tempted to try them. I like spicy meals.
[After all, traditional Mandalorian cuisine can easily be described as a constant fire in one's mouth.]
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so are you going to keep me waiting or do i get a sneak peek right now?
[ honestly, she'd prefer anything over a dick pic. not that she doesn't enjoy those too every now and then, but... time and place. ]
okay but i'm guessing you haven't had like every pizza topping that's even remotely known to man yet
so maybe we need to get you squared away there before we even tackle nachos
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And since you're asking so nicely... [He sends her one picture of him. It's nothing too revealing: his hands and thighs are probably what one could call his favourite parts of his body, and giving that they are always covered when he's in public, it's a safe one to send, even if the picture shows hints of his hands' tattoos.]
What toppings people put on their pizza other than basil and cheese?
[He had liked that sort: the flavours were simple yet delicious.]
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you're damn right
i'm so polite you don't even know
[ maybe a part of her is hoping for a face shot by now, but when she gets something else instead it's... not necessarily a bad thing. just surprising. ]
nice ink [ which is her way of saying she thinks it's pretty freaking hot, actually. ]
ever heard that saying
if you can dream it you can be it?
that's kind of what pizza is like
really you could put just about anything on it
pepperoni, sausage, peppers
some people do pineapple which is very controversial
that's a fruit by the way
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[Tactical pants and boxer briefs are the way to go for him. Or commando, on laundry day. Both here and on the Razor Crest.]
Oh, so you do always say "yes, please" and "thank you, sir"?
[He's teasing, but it's hard not to, given the usual tone of their texting.]
Thanks. They're traditional to my people.
[Another clue for Wynonna to add to the few crumbs he's left her regarding who he really is.]
Really? Anything can go on pizza? So I could put nachos on it and kill two porgs with one stone?
[Hey, he's a practical kind of man.]
What's so controversial about mixing sweet and savory?