‘Chit-chatting never comes easily, especially if there are other intentions behind said chats’
Chit-chatting about a ship might have been fun for those admiring the workings of a fast silver bullet of a thing. Someone obviously did. Like the chit-chat and the silver bullet of a thing!
Well, it kind of reminded of that. Only it was much bigger and even more complex than a projectile. As it was after all, a space ship. A mighty old craft at that! Having been totally rebuilt for a new lease in life.
So, standing around and chatting about the craft and what had happened since the two of them, Din and Cobb, had last met? Well, it was just like catching up between two old friends, now wasn’t it? All regular and normal, right?
But, perhaps there was more there, to be read between the lines. The unspoken words. More than simply the idle chat about this big ol’ toy to be played with and what so easily could have been making one’s heart sing? The toy that is. The big silver bullet of a thing? Right?
There was a pause as it seemed Din and Cobb had finally caught up with the news. At least with most of it anyway. And, even if there was a short silence between them, it did not seem too awkward at all, now did it?
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Din finally asked of the Marshal after they had ran out of things to say about the vessel, the missions, the Kid and about all the other things too. Or then they weren’t as good as friends as either of them had thought them to be?
But as Din was hearing the words echoing in his own head - Can I buy you a drink? - He ended up berating himself internally for the totally lame line he had just spoken out loud.
“Worst pickup line ever!”
But this wasn’t a pickup after all, right? Just a friendly drink shared between friends?
“More than a drink I do hope!”
Cobb response was immediate and without hesitation, with a coy smirk plastered on his face. It was supposed to sound all friendly and what not. Well, perhaps. As clearly, there was more to the meaning of the words than were spoken out loud. Making Din raise his eyebrows in surprise. At least it looked like that, as the familiar helmet was there blocking anything from showing out to Cobb. Still, the surprise was clearly painted there, as a day without a cloud or rain.
As that is what was really happening, beneath the surface. Under the helmet Din was still hiding under. Having never shown his face to the Marshal, as why would he. It was in the creed after all. So what if others had seen it earlier. Because it had been for the benefit of Grogu!
Din was trying to sounding all cool and calm despite the lingering surprise of the Marshal’s rather suggestive tone. Or was there something there? Din was doubting for a moment, not sure if he had read the Marshal correctly after all. Analysing the situation for a bit.
Understanding fully the meaning of what Cobb had just responded of course. But then, as soon as the words hit Din, the underlying meaning of the words? Nitpicking the sentence apart as Din had. The very fact that the two of them were actually flirting dawned on him. Because they were, right? Din felt himself flush into a pinkish hue.
Luckily, the bucket of a thing covered yet another embarrassing moment for the Mandalorian.
“I would be honoured to spend some time with you. With drinks and good food of course.”
Din was taking it all back a notch just then. As he could not really be sure if this was indeed, flirting. Or then just something happening between friends. Din wasn’t so good with friendships either. And honestly, any other types of ships. Never really had been.
“That sounds like a great plan to me!”
Cobb replied still housing the same trademark smirk on his face. Because Cobb knew how to flirt. And he also knew how to push the buttons of a man. Especially, this one. And he was not about to let go of what they had just started either.
The comment once again making Din to flush further if even possible. As Din felt the increasingly growing heat on his face. Mostly likely the colour having changed to red as well. But also other places were starting to heat up of his well hidden never-nude body covered securely with armour, was becoming heated as well.
With the kriff was going on with him? This was just, talking!
Cobb really and totally knew how to push Din’s buttons!
“Of course it is.”
Cobb laughed out loudly, sending more of the warm kind of chills down Din’s body. The very good kind indeed.
“I am full of all kinds of ideas! Good, better and totally great!”
Cobb listed and laughed even louder making the Mandalorian warrior a tad uncomfortable. Steaming in his gear now. As clearly, Din was stepping out of his comfort zone with this man once again. Socialising of course not really being his forte. But also this, suggestive banter, which was getting more and more hinting as it went on. Or was Din reading thing totally wrong?
“Well, that is really good to know.”
It was not much else Din managed to utter. As what else could he add to that, after all?
Din then followed the Marshal into the well known cantina of the Mos. Hot on the other man’s tail like a puppy being led by a tight leash by their very own Master.
As at this point much to Din’s own surprise, he felt quite adventurous. Despite the brief feelings of awkwardness just a moment earlier. Din felt rather ready and waiting to find out more what this, Sherif of this small town was really hinting at.
Then again, with his own hangups and insecurities, the doubts slowly creeping in, Din could have been reading the whole situation totally wrong. Still, Din was not about to turn away either. Not yet anyway.
If things went south, he could simply leave and retreat to some dark corner to lick his wounds, if he was wrong about Cobb’s intentions.
But for now, following the motto: If the opportunities come a knocking, no matter how tad the possibility, one really had to grab them at the… well, whatever!
And that was what Din was prepared to do. Damn the consequences!
Cobb turned back to look at the helmet covered face and could not help but laugh once again.
As clearly, despite the somewhat expressionless outlook, the Mandalorian was showing all kinds of signs of interest on top of the perma-mask of his. The subtle hints. Or then none too subtle hints. As the suggestions of Cobb’s were slowly but surely sinking in.
And who knew? They might both be in for a great surprise as their little tête-à-tête progressed.
After all, what had started as an encounter to slay the dragon, literally, had turned into somewhat of a friendship between the duo.
And there had been times, the Marshal had had some very interesting, well, day dreams about the Mandalorian while the two of them had been a part. Wondering when they would meet again. And perhaps, if those dreams could be realised.
So now, here they were once again, together. Even if the agenda of their ad-hoc meeting was really not what Cobb had been excepted. Then again, it never was just a simple visit now was it?
And wasting another moment? Well, Cobb was not about to do that again. Not this time around. Cobb had had far to many losses and what-ifs happening in his life. So, this time, the perfect stranger who had entered his domain before, was now back again?
A friend for now, but maybe more soon enough, as Cobb was only daring to hope.
“I could never resist that smile of yours, now could I?”
Cobb then commented referring to the offer of a drink, or few of course.
But still, the comment was making Din shake his head a little just then. And even, if it might not have been as visible, Din was smiling, widely, under that helmet of his.
“Well, I hope that sentiment holds though.”
Din then stated somewhat seriously. But then realising again, as the words escaped his lips, that he was totally hinting to the something else. And it had nothing to do with the drinks.
Then realising his mistake, again, Din felt the reddish warmth of a flush on his face return.
After all, Din had a favour to ask from the Marshal and his people as well. And if it indeed was a smile that would make the Marshal say yes to his request, then all the better. But, Din totally hoped, it would be of several things he could convince the Marshal.
“Because if it’s a simple smile which makes you decide, then I can easily accommodate.”
Din then joked, just a little. Even if he was totally serious about the promise of smiling. And more, if asked. Yeah. Din was totally trying his best to flirt.
Somewhat baffled but interested in the counter comment his friend was making, Cobb could not help but tease the man a tad more. Because a helmet and armour or not, Cobb could definitely read the Mandalorian warrior.
“Well, you just have to try your very best then, won’t you.”
Cobb was smiling possible more widely now. The comment, the smile on the handsome Marshal’s face, was making Din heat up further. The lukewarm turning to a scorching heat, with the Beskar definitely multiplying the sensations on his skin.
Yup, never wear full Beskar armour to drinks between, um friends?
“And see how far you can get with that pretty smile of yours.”
Cobb’s laughter was certainly, sending all those good kinds of tingling sensations Din’s way. All of them starting venture down Din’s spine and further down south.
Yeah, they were definitely flirting now. That much was sure!
The banter between them having become so much more about what the words not spoken. Both of them having realised it. Even Din!
But for now, it would just be that, words and innuendo. Right?
Because neither was quite ready to ask out loud what they really wanted from the other. Even if it was the same thing. Something totally obvious. Still, words were easy, actions less so.
Call it pride or solidarity. Whatever the word was, which neither man could say out loud as to what they really wanted from the other? Well, guess they would simply have to continue with the innuendo, or then, really say the thing out loud?
So, perhaps, a drink or two would remedy the situation? Let their ever-protective guards down and all that? Not the best of idea, though. Offering drinks to get laid? But still, perhaps something to loosen up a little at least?
But it was also likely what they both needed at this moment.
To relax a bit and let their hair down.
As Humans be strange creatures after all. With all kinds of hang-ups and what-knots. Clearly the most repressed race of the so many around the galaxy! Or so it seemed at least at this point in time and with these two people. No matter what the banter might just have suggested!