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the mandalorian stared you down from the point of his blaster as you stared back into his expressionless mask that hid all of his features so that you could not see what was going on behind that mask.

"why aren't you doing anything," you said softly. "you're a mandalorian. i thought that it was your job to deliver and earn your profit."

he tightened his grip around the trigger as his expressionless mask stared you down as he stayed silent for a moment. you stared up at him.

"what'll it be, mando?" you asked gently.

he contemplated for a little while longer before putting away his blaster as he looked down at you. you were continuing to stare back up at him.

"why didn't you kill me?"

"because you don't have what i want. but you do know what i want, don't you?" he asked as you nodded slowly, being completely mesmerized by his mask.

"hello?" he asked once more as you shook yourself out of it. you needed to focus but there was something so irresistible about this mandalorin and you couldn't seem to put your finger on it.

"uh," you began, still staring up at him as you tried to force some words out of your body but nothing was seeming to come up.

"we can discuss something romantic later on," the mando said to you as he began walking past you but you stopped him.

"how did you know?"

he stopped walking for a moment, pausing as he contemplated what you said. you stared at the back of his cape, waiting for him to say something as he slowly turned slightly around for you to see some of his mask.

"it's the way you looked at me," he said before turning back around as you followed him immediately.

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