Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 05/26/2004 08:07 PM, Brian Randall said:
"And I sometimes forget important things, like ... well, I forget,"
Mutsumi sighed.
That sums it up well.
After Naru had found a cushion, Mitsune showed the magazine to her.
On the cover, in a very revealing red outfit, a long-haired {blonde :
blond}-haired woman posed, looking somewhat distracted. The text
beneath her face read, 'Female Power! Inside: Exclusive Interview
With T.N. Software Founder.'
"You know, Naru-chan," Mitsune said softly, looking away. "This isn't
just about the fact that Ranma and his brother may be rich. Because,
even though they may have money, neither of them looks like the kind
of guy who would really want to live a lifestyle immersed in riches
and luxury, like any sane person would." She sighed, rubbing at her
eyes. "I made a snap {judgement : judgment}, though. I went on a
date with Ranma, and then I told him that I couldn't go out with him
because his curse made me uncomfortable."
"But you won't stop there!" Motoko accused, taking another step
forward. "Then, when we're alone, under the guise of something more
innocent, you'll ravish me! You'll find some excuse to get us into
the same blanket, without clothes, and then you'll lay a hand on me,
first running a rough hand in a gentle caress across my smooth--"
Wishful thinking.
"Ah! Of course, you wouldn't stop with just one child, no! You would
continue to take advantage of me night after night, until we had
dozens of daughters...." Motoko trailed off, her eyes seeming to
look less at Ranma, and more through him, to some distant, nearly
invisible thing. She shook her head suddenly, her face still
flushed, and pursed her lips as though to kiss Ranma for a moment,
then spoke, "But I won't give in that easily! I can only surrender
myself to someone who can best me in combat!"
Very wishful thinking.
"My arch-nemesis," Suu murmured thoughtfully, glancing around for
some sign of the creature. It was currently nestled atop Keitaro's
head, {eyeing : eying} her suspiciously. "But for information on a
Ranma ... it might be worth it. Tell me, Tamago! Do you know a
Ranma's secrets?"
"Yeah, right," he muttered, shaking his head and {eyeing : eying} the
completed work thoughtfully. The strokes were smooth, though the
ink was still wet. Not quite with the elegant structure he had hoped
for, but still neat. "Always follow your heart," he quoted aloud.
Frowning, he considered adding his name to the writing, but at the
last moment decided instead to write down Seta's. It was, after all,
the older man's advice to him.
She rounded the stairs, and walked down the last stretch of hallway
before her door, then paused. Haruka stood in the hallway, bent over
a railing and {eyeing : eying} some small detail of the woodwork
critically. "Haruka?" she asked. "What's going on?"
"That's funny," he murmured, just before the entire ceiling above him
appeared to wobble. "Ack! Earthquake!" he managed to get out,
before a hole was blasted out above him, showering him with bits of
shattered wood, a hammer, and Naru's sprawling form.
The girl giggled in embarrassment, hiding the hammer behind her back.
"Hey, Keitaro," she said softly.
Dazed, confused, and having just been used as her impromptu landing
pad, Keitaro slowly smiled. "Hey ... Naru."
A nice way for her to make her statement since neither of them is very
good at expressing themselves about each other.
Getting back into the groove ... slowly but surely.
But what have you done for us lately? :}b