How Noble Of You [Junichiro, Ranma]

Ranma was digging into the mounds of cinnamon left on the side of the alley, but it was nowhere to be found. His precious gourd had disappeared somewhere… and all of this fucking powder was the only clue he had at the moment, and he didn’t even register it as a clue. He was too pissed off, too frustrated, too impulsive.

That gourd meant more to him than his own fucking work clothes…

“… SHIT, I FORGOT MY- FUCK MY LIFE! THAT’S IT, I’M NEVER DRINKING SAKE AGAIN!!!” he cursed out into the air, loud enough for Junichiro to hear even from his current position, “I lost her lovely gift… ‘cuz of some damn hangover, and I can’t even…”

Then, he dipped his head back into the cinnamon mound and screamed his lungs out, muffled by the powder. Now… anyone who wasn’t having a breakdown like him could tell that the powder must’ve come from somewhere – as a matter of fact, there was a trail on the side leaning up the walls of the buildings. The wind had pushed the powder that way, but it was still leading towards a further away bakery.

But uh… someone ought to give him his Shihakushō back.