[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]

[more embarrassed snuffing noises. Still sitting very prim and proper, with his tail tucked around himself.]

Thank you for indulging me. That was enjoyable.

[bythehorns]

Hehehe, we can, do it some more, if you want. It's fun, to watch you.

[onlyhonournow]

[looking as disinterested as possible.]

Maybe just one more time.

[bythehorns]

Hehe, you don't have to pretend, that you're not having fun, because, I don't mind, and also, I can tell.

[THROW.]

[onlyhonournow]

[jumps, and nearly manages to snatch it out of the air—just barely misses, so he trots after it with his tail up and strides back over to Tavros with it in his mouth, then drops it into his hands]




... maybe just one more, if that's possible.

[bythehorns]

Of course, I am, not in any hurry, to go somewhere else.

[throw!!]

[onlyhonournow]

[oh yes oh yes chasing chasing chasing chasing IMMA CATCHU BALL, BALL YOU'RE GOING IN MY MOUTH!! WHO CARES THAT I JUST RAN STRAIGHT THROUGH A MUDDY PUDDLE I'LL ROLL IN IT, TAKE THAT PUDDLE—]

[onlyhonournow]

[—uh, wait, puddle?]

[onlyhonournow]

[u

uhh

well

this

is awkward]

[bythehorns]

[instinctive flinch!!! wait, no, nobody is trying to kill you.]

Aha, I guess, now we know, whether it was permanent, or not.

[onlyhonournow]

[. . . turning away to shove his fingers into his mouth to rummage for the troll!ball]

[he eventually manages to free it, and gingerly holds it out to Tavros]

... I think I'm done with that.