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Gideon was mad at Kremy. He just knew it. If he could only figure out why, he'd apologize. He's not usually an apologizing man, but for Gideon, the lizardfolk would do anything.
Kremy can’t recall what he’d done to upset Gideon, but it must’ve been really bad. When Kremy had woken up that morning, their bedroll was cold. Gideon didn’t greet him when he climbed out of their tent, and the genasi barely even glanced at him. He seemed to be in good spirits, joking around with the rest of their group and eating breakfast with his normal gusto.
He sat down, in his usual spot next to Gideon. He grabbed his bowl, full of breakfast thanks to Frost. Kremy tried to casually rest his tail against Gideon’s side and back, but he felt Gideon pull away. Confused, he moved his tail away, and in doing so his tail pulled on his pants which in turn pulled on his pockets.
He pats at his pockets, feeling the ring, still tucked away safely. He had nearly forgotten about the ring. Kremy pulled the ring out of his pocket. Idly he recalled putting it in his other pocket yesterday. He must’ve been really tired.
Kremy noticed that Gideon’s temperature rose a little when he was messing with his pants. He felt his eyes on him now.
Kremy rubbed his thumb along the ridges of the gems, admiring its beauty in the morning light. Could do with a polish. He wondered if he could fashion a necklace out of a ribbon so he could wear the ring under his shirt.
He shoved the ring back into his pocket and began shoveling breakfast into his face, not wanting to have to eat it cold.
He would deal with Gideon later; they needed to be moving along.