Dice 1: Spitorog
Dice 2: 10

Rishima was having a rather nice dream, the sort of dream that he was certain that was caused by the talk that he'd had with his sister Jerarda. She had talked with him about Gerraden, about the younger man's feelings for him, and she'd been curious what he would do about it. It was something that he had needed to think about, wanting to be careful as far as ever went with Gerraden. He was a sweet boy and now Gerraden was invading his dreams. Though for a moment he really didn't realize that it was a dream. Instead he was just dreaming about being in a forest with him again. The two of them were just relaxing, enjoying the fact that the war was over, and it was just... nice.

It seemed that any time he had dreams that involved Gerraden they were relaxing one, as though at least in his mind's eye he felt safe when with him. Not to mention he ken that he was able to relax. Sure, Gerr had those odd moments of his when his mind seemed as though they were a million miles away but even that he didn't mind so much. Not as though his moments where he spaced off lasted too long after all. Due to all of that did it meant that he did in fact have feelings for him? It was a thought that was interrupted when he heard Gerraden's voice asking him if he could have a kiss. It was one of those things that caused Rishima to blush brightly before he gave a nod, "Ahh, yes, sure." He murmured, his voice a bit on the embarrassed side.

He let his eyes close in his dream, just waiting for the kiss to come, but instead he was suddenly hit in the chest with something. It was something that caused his eyes to pop open, not in his dream world but in the real world, and he found himself starring right into the vacantly starring eyes of a spitorog that was sitting on his chest. Rishima was still for a moment, as though it was taking him a moment to really wrap his mind around what it was that he was seeing... before he let out a cry of surprise, his arms flailing, sending the creature flying. The thing went a good distance, hit the ground, and even bounced once, but it didn't really seemed to phase it. All that really happened was that it spit out a few bubbles at Rishima, nothing more.

"Ugh... that wasn't what I wanted to wake up to." He muttered, lifting a hand to push back his messy dreadlocks from his face, then sighed. Not only not what he wanted to wake up to but it was also not when he wanted to wake up. The rather pleasant dream being ruined by a frog of all things. He sat up slowly, rubbing one hand against his mismatched eyes, before letting his hands rest in his lap. It was as they did so that he realized that the spitorog that he'd given a throw wasn't the only one around. In fact as he started to look from side to side there seemed to be quite a few of them, ten in total, and they were all sitting far too close to him for his liking. What were they doing here? Especially in such numbers? This was the last thing that he wanted in his personal space when he was trying to sleep!

As though to tell him exactly what it was that had brought the group of frogs into his room there was a crash of thunder from overhead and the sound of the rain picking up. So it was raining? Bad enough that even the frogs wanted to get out of it? That wasn't a good thing for sure he thought to himself, giving a bit of a yawn before pushing carefully to his feet. He didn't to risk stepping on any of the spitorogs as he gathered them up and one by one set about tossing them out, "The lot of you should like the rain so get out there and enjoy it." He told them, not wanting them to stay inside with him. Since he was already up there would be a lot for him to get to work doing, there was no time for sleeping in. No, he had to get moving, go about his various chores and duties, and then he'd see about starting on a patrol that would take him by where Gerraden lived. Provided of course that he was able to find the courage to face him, it had been a while since they last met after all.

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