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f*ck with my muse || @donutdollie​ : slaps khan. || selectively accepting.

Human-like roots kept him grounded (an amalgamation of Mandalorian parts that stemmed from the Great Shadow Crusade; close enough, he knew). The slap forced his face to snap to the side– either she was stronger than she looked or he had not entirely shaken the hibernation sickness– and a rosy pink began to pool beneath the impact, blossoming across his cheek in deeper and darker waves. It stung, but only for a moment, as something like indignation crept up his esophagus. Unaccustomed to this, to someone finding the audacity necessary to assault him-- to regard him in any capacity, really, that was not an order. Khan considered it, considered her, tilted his head with darkened eyes.

While it was in his bones to bite, to gnash teeth like an akk dog on the rampage, he found a semblance of control. Misplaced and unwanted in a new time as well-- perhaps the bitter taste in his mouth kept him complacent. It might occur to him to not insult the woman who had a hand in his resurrection, or whatever deplorable act might resemble it. 

    “Your complaint has been noted.”