Video // Mi Casa es tu Casa

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma had disappeared for a short time, not making himself seen by anyone he's gotten acquainted with. Last anyone'd seen him would've been a few days ago.

Come present day, a video feed coming from his username would pop up on the network. Opening it would display an image of a humble, homely cottage, and a familiar voice.]

Ain't it nice? Figured it was time to get myself a place all to myself. It's nothing fancy, but it's a roof over my head. Oh! There's something here I've been working on for the last few days.

[Heading inside, the video showed Ranma opening one or two doors, walking down a small hallway until descending down some steps. Those watching would get a viewing of Ranma's shoes hastily treading down the stairs, before panning up to show what looked to be a DIY training hall made out of a basement. Miscellaneous equipment and objects could be seen scattered about. Mats, cinder blocks, wooden post, anything one would picture belonging to a dojo.

The shellphone is propped down on the floor, so Ranma could walk in front of the frame. Instead of the usual red silk shirt he normally wears, he's instead dressed in a dogi.]

It's not as great or spacious as the dojo back home, and it's still a work-in-progress, but it'll do. Any of you wanna swing by and train any time, you're welcomed to. Just a head's up though I only have the few-- [He tugged the dogi.] uniforms, they may not be your size. None of the stores here had these in stock, so had to make them myself.

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[unliminal]

[ And there she goes again, splashing some water on herself and shifting without preamble back into a boy. Huh...well, he's got the element of surprise on his side, Gojo will give him that. What's more important is that he has the good sense to accept his offer. Gojo wouldn't have been surprised if his pride prevented him from doing so. ]

Hey, you're smarter than you look! Good choice.

[ A choice he may question...but Gojo's grin is undoubtedly sincere, as he reaches over a hand to slap against Ranma's shoulder. ]

Great! I'll be in touch. Oh — and if you call my pookie average again, you'll get a repeat of today's lesson! Got it?

[ And that's all he has to say on the matter...before he's teleporting away again. ]

🎀!!!

[catsgothistongue]

[Oh, his pride was definitely barking at him to spit Gojo's offer back in his face. It's only due to the fact that Ranma's had less awful teachers that whatever Gojo may be planning can't possibly be as inane as those, assuming he doesn't do stuff like sell his students' hands in marriage without their say or know how or force them to wear degrading uniforms. Compared to those, whatever training regimen Gojo had up his sleeve can't hold a half-melted candle.

... Did he unironically call his lover pookie??? Who tf does that without the hint of feeling shame. Ranma made a face at that, his own sense of dignity taking the brunt from the second-hand disdain, before trying to slap -- and fail since Gojo dematerialized before him -- the hand away.]

What did I sign myself up for...?

[Breathing out a sigh, Ranma turned on his heel and made his way back to his cottage.]