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  din was still when that small hand touched his helmet . for a moment , he didn't say anything . just rested one gloved hand against grogu's back , feeling the last of the tension leave the kid's body . 
            
            his thumb brushed a slow circle between grogu's shoulders . The grip on his chest plate didn't go unnoticed either . din shifted him a little higher against his side , making it clear he wasn't going anywhere .
            
            `` you don't have to hold on so tight .``
            
            a beat .
            
            `` you will anyway .``
            
            there was the faintest hint of amusement beneath the roughness of his voice . din glanced down at the tiny green hand still planted stubbornly against his armor .
            
            `` youre tired .``
            
            not a question . he adjusted his hold again , secure and practiced after years of carrying him across half the galaxy .
            
            `` i've got you kid . ``

✧【 @loyalmando 】✧
            
            Grogu didn’t answer in words. He never did. But the moment Din’s arms lifted him, the tension in his tiny frame melted away—like the galaxy had finally stopped shaking for a second.
            
            His ears twitched once. Then settled. A soft, quiet coo slipped out as he was pulled close to the familiar weight of beskar and warmth beneath it. Small fingers immediately reached for the edge of Din’s chest plate, gripping it like an anchor he didn’t realise he needed.
            
            When Din asked again—checking, softer this time—Grogu tilted his head up slowly. Those wide, dark eyes scanned the visor. A pause. Then he lifted one hand… and pressed it gently against the Mandalorian’s helmet. Not a signal. Not Force. Just contact.
            
            I’m here.
            
            A beat later, he leaned forward slightly in Din’s arms, settling in with a tired exhale that sounded far too heavy for something so small. No distress. No fear. Just safe.
            
            And stubbornly refusing to be put down.

@demonicjokes 
            
            ;// ooh :0 

@GreenBeanJedi- 
            
            //: lol Grogu be like “Bish did I just hear vegetables?” 
            
            Lucifer smiled as it seemed the two had formed a connection as saying vegetables made his head turn towards the devil he then pulls out some asparagus dipped in some sauce “Try it.” He offers a small piece 
            
            He was trying he actually was trying hopefully Maze wasn’t secretly recording she would never let him live this down that he of all being was trying to build a relationship with something that wasn’t purely carnal
            
            He then sat across from him while he pours a cup of juice for him to drink as they await for their room service though the more time went he felt a strange sensation in his body …was this how it felt to care about someone else? 
            
            He then shakes his head to not dwell on such thoughts he was the devil after all the lord of Hell he shouldn’t feel like this and yet here he was the thoughts would swirl in his head only for the knock on his door about their food arriving did it break his concentration he paid the tip and brings it inside “Alright dinner.” He says lifting the lid up revealing frogs for the two of them. 

✧【 @Taroon_Summers 】✧
            
            Grogu didn’t flinch when the world snapped. No fear. No confusion. Just a small tightening of his grip on Lucifer’s sleeve as space folded and unfolded like it had done this a thousand times before.
            
            When they reappeared, Grogu blinked once. Then twice. He looked up at the penthouse like it was a concept he was actively deciding whether to accept.
            
            Tall. Bright. Too quiet./Important./ He was set down gently. And for a moment… he didn’t move at all. Then he sat. Very carefully. Like the floor itself might have opinions about him.
            
            Lucifer’s hand came to rest over his head. Grogu went still again. His ears angled slightly outward as if listening for something just beyond hearing—not words, not sound… something deeper. The Force brushed faintly against the contact, a quiet acknowledgement rather than a response.
            
            He didn’t speak. But he understood: this one is trying. That mattered more than language. Then—without warning—he turned his head toward Lucifer’s voice with laser focus.
            
            Vegetables.
            
            That part clearly needed further consideration.

@GreenBeanJedi- 
            
            “Alright I just gotta see what the hell you fit into and what you like and we can be settled…” he soon walks and without a second thought the two vanished and then reappeared back to his penthouse placing the child down gently 
            
            He then eyes the green creature placing a hand over his head to see if the two can form some kind of connection perhaps they can communicate he doubt it however as the boy seemed mute perhaps trauma as a cause. 
            
            The raven-haired man looked down at the child as he ordered the two dinner while he worked on this he was determined to make this work between the two of them them perhaps he wanted to feel like a father or maybe he felt responsible if something were to happen with the child.  
            
            He then chuckled a bit remembering how quickly the frog was gone maybe the boy loved frogs the most “You'll have to eat vegetables with frog.” he says making a tiny joke 

// ON @loyalmando 

/    AWH WHAT.. this is so cuuute.. give me curious for rhys!

@temptingnemesis 
            
            ;// ahh right - she’s definitely my favourite also <3

@gentledeath- 
            
            ;// I can totally see that - especially since she’s soft-spoken and gentle .. I feel like she’d be very protective of Than <3

/     amused pls 

// on @tiredruler pls ! 

@UnderworldRose- 
            
            (( I need her to meet Tatia and be like '...why are you out of the underworld?'