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Chaos Factor, Chapter 9"Say, where are your clothes, Ranchan?"
The dragon huffed, an expression of outrage steeling over the reptilian features. "I figured out how to put them in a sort of hidden weapons space. It's the same technique that Mousse uses." It was also the same trick that Pops used. The old Panda was still holding out on him.
Ukyo leaned in, reaching up until her hand was on his neck. "Will you teach me to do that, Ranchan? It would really come in handy and fit in well with my school."
"Sure, Ucchan." The dragon yawned, stretching his wings. Suddenly, his head whipped around. "What! Why you little shrimp! I oughta-
He abruptly fell silent.
Ukyo blinked, one foot braced on the joint of his wing... "Who are you talking to, Ranchan?"
Ranma heaved a sigh. "Just more magical stuff, Ucchan. I can understand what that squirrel is sayin.' I can understand everyone in this form."
"Oh! I read a translation of an English book a long time ago that said that dragons had the gift of tongues! It must be true!" Ukyo beamed. Her fiancée was so cool! "What's it saying?"
"You don't wanna know, Ucchan." Ranma couldn't believe how filthy the squirrel's mouth was. In fact, almost every animal and insect in the forest was screaming out threats or crude come-ons. It was truly disturbing.
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