The same clouds smiled menacingly at me. This storm will go on forever, they said. I frowned, and turned back to Ryoga; away from the gloomy sliding door that only showed what I didn't want to see. Rain.
Ryoga sipped his thé again. "Imouto (younger sister)," he a dit with a serious expression. "If toi want to go to Ranma's, I'm not stopping you."
I blushed rose a bit.
"I-it's raining."
"Take my umbrella." he sipped again.
"Are toi kidding? That thing weighs a ton."
Ryoga smiled.
"I want toi to go, if thats what makes toi happy."
"What do toi mean?" I asked, fidgeting.
"I can't quite explain it, but...
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