[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.] 

Comments

[wingedjustice]

...

Drift?

[onlyhonournow]

[the dog stands up and pads over with its tag wagging violently]

Wing.

[wingedjustice]

Is there a reason why you're an organic?

[onlyhonournow]

[sits right at Wing's feet, looking up reverently]

There is.

[wingedjustice]

This ought to be good.

Let's hear it.

[onlyhonournow]

Don't go swimming.

[wingedjustice]

Drift, I'm starting to wonder if our sparring matches has knocked something loose up there.

[onlyhonournow]

[can dogs look coy? This one does.]

And whose fault is that?

[wingedjustice]

Are you blaming me for this now?

[onlyhonournow]

[rolling over, belly up, looking hopeful]

I don't think you could have stopped me, so no.

[wingedjustice]

Can anyone do that?

[onlyhonournow]

Wouldn't bet on it.

[low whine.]

[wingedjustice]

Neither would I.

[pets warily]

[onlyhonournow]

[HE IS HUGE. AND STURDY. And now blissed out--leg thumping in contentment]





...

I'm never going to get used to that.

[wingedjustice]

Oh?

[onlyhonournow]

[rolling back over and propping his head up on Wing's open palm, looking up at him]

Or you.

[wingedjustice]

... You don't have to. You just need to know I'm here.

[onlyhonournow]

[exhale, and his ears flip back for a brief moment.]

You know, I don't think I ever told you how much I like the idea of that.

[wingedjustice]

You didn't.

[onlyhonournow]

Well, I do.

[wingedjustice]

Glad to hear it.

[onlyhonournow]

Do me a favour?

[wingedjustice]

Sure.

[onlyhonournow]

[running off.]

[and runs back with a giant branch, which he drops in front of Wing with a triumphant look.]

[wingedjustice]

[pfft]