Ranma left his head on his desk. For late April it was a nice and warm day, just shy of needing the air conditioner put on for the school classroom, though those in the sunlight streaming in the windows probably would have appreciated it. “As you are young women, you can choose to participate or not, and only as much as you are comfortable doing. Ukyo-chan has joined in my support in proving sexist mysticism as false.” The pretending to sleep Ranma smirked. As he didn't own a computer he would have to work with Akane again tonight. * “Hohohohohohoho! Ranma sweatums it's Boobquake day!” * * *