( oh, shiny. he takes a moment to rattle the cup around as he looks down into it, watching the light reflect off the dice. he is less enthused about having to move, but hauls himself over to the bench anyway. (the things we do…) it’s an easy enough task, at least. he doesn’t have the familiarity with dice to block the mouth of the cup with his hand for some serious shaking, so the form isn’t quite right— but he slams the cup down on the bench without any of the dice escaping their fate. perhaps that count for something. the cup turns over to reveal 6, 5, 2, and…
he has no idea if that’s good or not.
kirma’s ears turn backwards as he considers this unfortunate development. maybe he needs to at least figure out how numbers are written, given the environment they’re in. in the meantime, all he can do is look to aventurine for clarification on the results. )
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he has no idea if that’s good or not.
kirma’s ears turn backwards as he considers this unfortunate development. maybe he needs to at least figure out how numbers are written, given the environment they’re in. in the meantime, all he can do is look to aventurine for clarification on the results. )