The Mandalorian begrudingly indulges Markus' bizarre fascination.

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Passing Time

Transit through space wasn't exactly the most exciting thing; hanging in the middle of a vast cosmic void, locked tight within a metal bucket with certain death waiting on the other side of the wall... Yet those particular worries had stopped bothering Markus a while back; these days his greatest adversary was boredom. Normally Markus would keep quiet, allowing the Mandalorian his much-needed hours of peace but...

The small human looked over at the masked mercenary, Mando seemed to be messing around with a control panel while the ship was manned by the autopilot, still Markus remained silent.

Normally, Din would focus on the flight, or maybe just sleep in the position that he sat in. But, at the moment, his boredom was getting the better of him. He turned his chair with the intent to leave the cockpit and go polish his various blasters, when the visor gazed at Markus. He wasn't even looking at the speck of a human, but he immediately understood how the movement was interpreted.

"Hey Mando?" Markus finally spoke up. "Is there... Is there any rule preventing you from taking off your boots in front of others?"

The Mandalorian looked about ready to stand up, but then his shoulders relaxed, and he almost slumped in his chair, as if he was knocked back by the absurdity of the little guy's question. He paused for a moment, a tense and uncomfortable air between the two of them, even as the Mandalorian towered over Markus like a Courescant skyscraper. "No... There isn't..." Quietly to himself, the Mandalorian wished there was.

Markus noted Mando's true intent a little too late and felt a pang of hesitation. Still he'd already started pursuing this line of conversation and leaving it be only to bring it up later would probably only serve as further annoyance. "Sorry. I was just... uhm..." Markus scratched the back of his head, his face burning red in embarrassment. "I was just wondering if you could- I mean, if you'd let me- uhh..." Slapping his cheeks twice with both hands, Markus manned up a little and got up from his sitting position.

"Din, I just really want to press my face into your socks."

"I know..." The masked mercenary said with a heavy sigh, the thin visor still staring deep into Markus' soul. Din didn't know why he was still sitting here. Was he intending to get anything else from the strange tiny creature? Part of him just wanted to step on his little charge on his way to the lower deck of the ship. Just walk right onto him. He resisted that urge though, instead working up the capability to politely deny him.

“Would you mind if I… Uhh…”

"Sorry... No." it felt weird, apologizing for saying no to something so absurd. It was harmless enough, and it wasn't as strange as eating a raw mudhorn egg en masse with your bare hands... well it was up there at least.

Try as he might, Markus was unable to quite hide the disappointment on his face. "Oh." He sighed. "That's fair." He mumbled and sat back down in his spot on the floor, leaning against the wall and hanging his head again. Still, he looked up to meet Mando's gaze again and gave the much bigger man a grateful nod. "Thanks for... taking such requests in stride anyway." Markus didn't really mind this outcome. He had asked for a favor and Din had declined it so instead of dwelling on it the little guy had chosen to simply close his eyes and try to get some sleep.

The young man watched as Mando made his way down to the lower deck, disappearing from sigh only to suddenly come back with a couple of guns in his hands as well as a piece of cloth. The weapons clicked and clattered with every step as the warrior returned to the cockpit, his rag beginning to work at his weapons, wiping some blaster burn from the barrels. He felt a pang of guilt every time he looked up at the tiny being on the floor though. He didn't have to look very far up after all. Eventually though, the dejected Markus was too much to bear. A single syllable broke the monotony of laserarm sounds, as well as a deep and annoyed sigh. "Fine..."

Mando's words had immediately snapped Markus back to reality. He looked on wide-eyed as Din put down his weapons, reaching a hand to undo the latch of his boot. With an awkward tug, the mercenary pulled it off and allowed it to thud onto the metal floor, sending a shake through the little man. He then gestured to the small fellow, and then towards his own foot with his favorite blaster pistol, not wanting to waste breath telling Markus to indulge himself.

The little human felt his heart race. He quickly got up, looking up and tilting his head as if asking for permission to proceed. Mando sighed again and gave Markus a small nod before turning his attention back to his guns.

Markus immediately rushed towards the dark-socked foot of the Mandalorian, he took a moment to show the slightest bit of restraint on his part before gently grabbing hold of both sides of the massive appendage and brining himself towards it in a hug. "Thank you." The human mouthed and let out a peaceful exhale before taking in the faint yet distinct scent of Mando's foot.

The bigger man reacted with a small recoil, the toe twitching at Markus' grip. The little guy wouldn't look at Mando, too distracted by the small movements of the fabric that hid the Mandalorian’s toes. The round shape displaced, shifted about before Markus' eyes, as Din couldn't help but move it away from Markus' enthusiastic love for them.

His feet smelled slightly of dirt, but more so of a dingy musk, like one would when entering an abandoned hut on Tattoine. Ruminations of leather could also be detected. The Mandalorian was thankful that Markus was at least quiet about the whole affair, rather than moaning or fawning at his foot. Though he was certain that the little guy was doing at least a bit of that, regardless of how much he tried to hold it back.

And that was indeed the case. The little man was quietly moaning and yelping into the fabric with every shift of the giant's foot. He was about ready to get himself off just standing next to it but yet again made a conscious effort to restrain himself, doing his best to quietly suppress any external expression of joy and lust that he felt. For a time he would just sort of... stand there, gripping Mando's foot and keeping his face firmly planted against the mercenary's sole until eventually the little human's mind began to dull. He'd begin slipping down along the foot as little by little he simply fell asleep in the comforting warmth of the socked appendage. Eventually he would end up lying face down on the floor with his tiny hands idly gripping onto the sides of Din's middle toe.

Unaware, Din had his foot follow Markus, eventually the little guy was left snoozing tiredly under a wall of soft fabric, and with the overpowering, but not overbearing weight of the Mandalorian's sole resting atop his body. Markus slept there in his little nook, cozy, completely surrounded by his powerful friend.

Getting curious after almost three hours of silence, Mando peered past his leg, which would have looked like piping for a large cruiser from Markus' perspective, just a massive cylindrical tower. But, the little man slept. Beneath the helmet, the Mandalorian smiled, just a bit though.