Mauga might pretend like he’s all brawn and no brain but he was actually very smart. So to see him keep coming to you wounded and scratched up so you would patch him up was unusual. You swore he only did it to get your attention, and the whole time you were fixing him up he’d tease you relentlessly.

“Hey dollface, help a big guy out would ya?” His husky voice called out, pulling you away from your research and to his bleeding side. That cheeky smile still ever present on his face.