[from the pages—or rather, springs of Ranma ½, we bring to you. . .]

[onlyhonournow]

 [today, there's a rather large dog sitting, looking very reserved while gazing at the sky above the Fussin' Overlook]

[the dog seems rather familiar: there's something in its expression—and I mean, there can't be that many white dogs with red accents who have two swords strapped to their backs.] 

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[onlyhonournow]

I've experienced a lot of things in my life, but I've never experienced... being organic before.

[if she's knelt to pet him, he props his giant head up on her lap, pensive]

[ice_and_steel]

[ear scritches]

How does it compare to being.... [um um there's a diplomatic term for this right?] not organic?

[onlyhonournow]

I don't know what to say. My sensory input feels the same, but at the same time completely different.

[sooo content. who knew life could be this enjoyable? or ears this sensitive? getting so into it, he thrusts his head forward by accident and nearly bowls her over]

--I'm sorry. Are you all right?

[ice_and_steel]

[she ends up half-sprawled across the ground, and laughs before she catches herself--then laughs again]

I'm all right. [She leans against him. It's surprising how nice warm and fuzzy can be for someone who usually prefers the cold.]

...Do you think it's permanent? [She's not really sure how she would feel about that.]

[onlyhonournow]

[he is a very solid dog. Very good for flopping on. He settles down, loafed on the ground ilke an oversized cat.]

I don't think so.

[pause, ears flicking back for a moment, quiet] At least, I hope not.

[ice_and_steel]

[She is maybe very flopped on him, but cautiously, like she will spring up into parade rest the second anybody else happens to look over here.]

It seems like it would be inconvenient to have to relearn your fighting style, at the bare minimum.

[That's awkward and there's no way around it and this is why she doesn't talk to people because then she says blindingly obvious things like this. She goes back to scritching instead.]

[onlyhonournow]

That would be a challenge.

[there's a hint of mirth in his voice, as if that were a pleasant thought instead of a dissuading one.]

[he leans into the pettins, thumping his back leg involuntarily every so often]

I wonder why it does that.