On Fri, 9 Jun 2000, LaShawn Wanak wrote:
The Humble Home of a Strong Heart
I just realized your title here doesn't match the one in the subject line.
Ranma could care less of what she thought at the time. Akane was unconscious,
her face buried deep in the crook of his neck, and though she took deep, slow
breaths in his arms, he had wanted to check to make sure she was fine. More
importantly, however, he wanted to get his hands on the one who was responsible
for knocking her out in the first place.
Why hasn't he noticed Makoto is a good four to six inches taller than
Akane?
Her hair had grown. Really, really, grown. A light hazelnut, it streamed
behind
her in a long ponytail, except for two wisps framing her face. Her face had
slimmed, but only a little, developing higher cheekbones and lighter eyebrows.
As he gawked, her eyes slid open to reveal impossibly deep pools of green,
unfocused on Ranma. Her entire body seemed to had increased in size,
seemed to have
John Biles
Emperor of all He Surveys
http://www.tass.org/~rhea/falcon.html
"Snap out of it, Misty. Only one of us can hallucinate at a time."
"Don't worry, Brock. There's lots of other girls who can reject you too."
--Ash Ketchum, Pokemon