On trying to find a voice. Again.

[duckboy]

So, mun. You're going to try this again.

[As a confident smirk appears over his lips, he folds his hands within his massive sleeves.]

Worry not. I am more than prepared for it this time around.

[Too bad he's talking to the nearest wall.]

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[instaboobs]

[. . .]

Trainin' for yer next rejection there, Mousse?

[duckboy]

[That voice -- that unrefined voice that Shampoo, for some reason was so enamored with... Mousse's jaw sets into a firm line but he doesn't lash out. He just tries to play it cool...]

Perhaps the same can be said to you, Saotome.

[...which is kind of hard to do when the person you're supposed to be talking to is not the wall and is instead somewhere behind you, but whatever.]

[lead_shitennou]

A man who speaks to nothing has clearly lost his mind.

[instaboobs]

[Ranma folded his arms, stared... and then kicked Mousse in the side of the head.]

Glasses, duck boy. Put 'em on.

[Every single time.]

This is a million years late.

[duckboy]

[Insulted, Mousse points a finger directly in front of him -- which is not necessarily in the direction the man's voice is coming from. Oh well.]

I am not insane. You take that back!

[duckboy]

[And after peeling his face off the Mousse-shaped crack in the wall, he scowls and lowers his bottle-thick glasses back over his eyes.

Oh, he's over there.]

You'll pay for that, Saotome!

[lead_shitennou]

Touchy, aren't you?