[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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[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.