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“No room. Move over, jerk.”
Ranma says “atashi” as a girl now, and sometimes as a guy. And right now, with her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest, she’s not telling the truth. Not only is she so much smaller, but there’s a whole third of bed on her side. Ryoga elbows her in the ribs.
Akane comes in from the bath, smelling of strawberries.
When he’d told her he was P-chan--as in, confessed he had something to show her and then had Ranma shove him into the lake--she'd screamed and cried and kicked him into the trees. But Ranma said her anger was “like one of your punches. It’s for, like, a second, and then nothin.’” (Ryoga made a mental note to break his arm later.)
He can’t look at her in her yellow pajamas, so pretends to be asleep.
“Are you ready for beddy-bye, Ryoga-chan?” she whispers, and kisses him on the nose.