Mando'a for Beginners - Chapter 13: Geroya - Playtime
Summary: You face a Labyrinth of Trials. And Paz has a little too much fun with it.
Pairing: Paz Vizsla/Earthling!Reader
Wordcount: ~1.4K
A/N: YES, I'm still working on it - slowly but surely!
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ZIIOONG!
Something zips past you as soon as you enter, only centimeters away from your cheek and you feel the little breeze in its wake.
FUMP!
Something hits your chest.
You have barely time to look around. You don't see Paz but there's something else flying directly towards you.
FUOMP!
It hits your shoulder!
"Fuck! What-"
FOMP!
This time it's your stomach that's being hit and you bend over.
"Paz!" you shriek. "Stop it!"
ZIIIONG!
Another close miss.
You run and dive behind the next best thing and it is some sort of box. You knock on it. It's metal, seems stable enough for now.
"Paz!" you shout. "What the fuck?!"
You hear something crackle above the box and when you take a look you sure as hell get a
- FUMP! -
right in your face!
But what you also got, is a comlink which you put on with trembling hands.
"DUDE! CAN YOU NOT?!"
"I'll stop when you reach the other end of the room."
"What?!"
"You heard me. Now do something."
The box moves on its own will and you lose your cover.
FUMP!
The chest again.
"Having fun?" Paz' amused voice crackles through the com.
"Gar di'kut!"
He only chuckles at this.
There's a rope hanging down not too far away from you, leading up to some sort of haphazard metal platform pathway suspended from the ceiling that is higher than you'd expected. It would be difficult to hit you up there, but there's no way you could get up there. The last time you did climbing ropes was at school, and... well, you don't wanna think about it.
You lay flat on the ground, wishing you had cartoon character strength in your toes and fingers to just diddle-liddle-liddle away. Or one of these convenient buttons that summon anvils falling from the sky.
But as you bemoan, not for the first time in your life, your non-cartoonishness, you look around. The room is much bigger than it looked from the outside. And there's stuff all over the place.
FUMP!
You groan as another thing hits you on your back. While it does sting a little, it's nothing you can't handle. But, knowing yourself and how quickly you bruise, you are very sure, that by the end of the day you'll look like a blueberry muffin.
Great, and now Frank Zappa starts playing in your mind. Thanks, brain.
