03-26-2021, 14:36:20 PM
Ranma was already getting irritated at the fact a simple water bottle wasn't opening. But at least it can't get any- Never mind, here's Kellensea to come by and mock him. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like finding someone else to bother?" He growled, and slammed the mallet on the counter, splintering it in bits of wooden pieces. And as Kellensea continued to insult and mock him, Ranma eventually snapped. An okay martial artist?! I've trained my whole life, faced many deadly foes and situations, learn countless techniques that would kill most people! You don't become "okay" by that. And I'll have you know I've survived countless times in the woods on my journey. Years in fact. And I'm not just good at martial arts, but it's what I excel at!"
He goes back to trying to pull the bottle cap off with his teeth. That only succeeded in making his teeth sore. "And it's not my fault these bottle caps are on tight! Seriously, the hell do you put these on for if you can't get someone to open it! That defeats the purpose!" Ranma gripped the bottle tightly. "But this is no problem for me! Because I am Ranma Saotome! And I am a man!" Raising the bottle, he lets out a shout and bring it down. The bottle's neck hits the counter and, because rule of comedy, actually pops the cap off. And with the cap comes a stray set of water, most of it getting on Ranma and anyone else close by to be in the splash zone. Ranma stood there completely drenched with just a pissed expression on his. . . her face. Anyone who had seen Ranma before already knows his deal, but to anyone else who hadn't seen him before, Ranma went from a tall, black-haired boy to a smaller, red-haired girl with purplish eyeliner. ". . . Damn it. . ." Ranma didn't even sound pissed, just mildly annoyed.
He goes back to trying to pull the bottle cap off with his teeth. That only succeeded in making his teeth sore. "And it's not my fault these bottle caps are on tight! Seriously, the hell do you put these on for if you can't get someone to open it! That defeats the purpose!" Ranma gripped the bottle tightly. "But this is no problem for me! Because I am Ranma Saotome! And I am a man!" Raising the bottle, he lets out a shout and bring it down. The bottle's neck hits the counter and, because rule of comedy, actually pops the cap off. And with the cap comes a stray set of water, most of it getting on Ranma and anyone else close by to be in the splash zone. Ranma stood there completely drenched with just a pissed expression on his. . . her face. Anyone who had seen Ranma before already knows his deal, but to anyone else who hadn't seen him before, Ranma went from a tall, black-haired boy to a smaller, red-haired girl with purplish eyeliner. ". . . Damn it. . ." Ranma didn't even sound pissed, just mildly annoyed.
You know what they say. All toasters toast toast.