Fortunately though, both of his new slaves were apparently not shrinking violets when it came to exercise. Not only did they look fit, but they were apparently used to doing a lot of physical effort, which would be helpful for him. That just made it better for him, as there was at least a way to find something clearly beneficial for him in this deal. Of course, they wouldn't complain about doing anything that he told them to, but it was quite another to be able to keep them from being troubled too much.
Rather, it was him who was currently a bit too bothered as his father merely weaved through the crowds, seemingly ignorant of the whispers that were passed behind blocking hands or through purposeful leans.
"Hey, Pop," he grumbled, sending his father a sour look. "Are you just gonna drag us around just because you're annoyed?"
"Huh? Where did such a stupid idea come from?" Genma snorted, stopping to return the look with a disdainful one of his own.
"You keep on going without giving a hint of where we are heading. And besides that, people keep on looking at us funny...."
"Stupid, stupid boy. You really are ignorant, now aren't you?"
"But...."
Rubbing at his throat, his father leaned a little towards him. "Don't you get it? You own these two, and I don't doubt that people are reacting to what they're seeing."
Ranma almost shot back with a knee jerk retort, but instead, he glanced over to see his two new slaves... and then realized that they were still in the outfits they'd been sold in. That meant that the thin fabric was stretched over their breasts, and their long and shapely legs were on full view from a skirt so tiny that it was easy to get a peek at their toned buttocks when they moved 'right'.
"Okay, so I forgot about that. This ain't 'xactly a usual sort of situation," the pigtailed boy retorted.
"Which makes it lucky for you that you have a father who understands what needs to be done," Genma drawled.
"And what would you know about making plans. Good ones, I mean."
"Plenty."
"Yeah, right," Ranma scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What exactly would have us do if you were in charge?"
"I am in charge... and we're going shopping."
"Huh?"
"Think about it boy. They need clothes at least, and we could always see if we can get them a supply pack or something like that for them to use."
"Oh, right...."
"Silly, silly boy?"
Grinding his teeth together, Ranma recognized that he couldn't quite argue with his father this time, and scowled in return. Another glance at his new slaves allowed him to see that, yes, his father was right, as much as it galled him to admit it. They were dressed only in simple dresses which wouldn't last all that long, and so he knew that he'd have to move quickly to help them out.
"Okay, okay. So... what sort of clothes do you two like?" Ranma asked his slaves, wondering what their tastes were like..
"We do not have... preferences," Juni murmured.
"Then what do you wear?"
Juli gave him an even look. "We dress in whatever it is that you put on our bodies is what clothing we will be in."
Seeing utter seriousness, their owner heaved a great big sigh and let his shoulders slump, while:
(Posted Sun, 24 May 2009 07:48)
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