Room 412; Friday Morning.
Some of Setsuna's anger was starting to slip away into concern as Ranma was still out cold and showed no signs of coming around any time soon. If he didn't, she would take him to the clinic. She was hoping she wouldn't have to, though. After having to go to Deadpool's house to have to pick him up because he'd been a foolish, stubborn, blind idiot of a man and got himself knocked out (probably rightly so, too), Setsuna had a piece of her mind to give Ranma. Several, in fact. Because, on top of everything else, he'd let himself turn into a girl.

With a frustrated grunt, Setsuna dropped onto her computer chair and buried her face in her hands. Soatome Ranma was a dead man when he woke up; perhaps his reluctance to do so was occuring on a subconsciously knowing level.

Stooped forward, Setsuna dropped her hands and looked over at her bed, where he was. She'd kept him in his girl form, although reluctantly. However, in his girl form, he was easier to carry back to the dorms and, besides, she really wanted him to grasp the extent of what he had done by waking up and discovering he had done it with boobs.

God, she was never going to hear the end of this from Deadpool...

Wake up, you son of a bitch, so I can kill you...

...The anger was back.


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