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❝ Well yeah but.. ❞ He though over her comment as they continued walking. Ranma was the type to help other in needs, but only if he saw them in danger. Just like him, if they don't ask for help, he assumes they're alright. Of course this all changes if that someone is someone who he cares for. When it comes to himself, Ranma rather just deal with it. He doesn't want to seem weak or admit he needs others to pick him up.

They finally reached what Ranma assumed to be their destination. He waited and tapped his foot as she talked to the other and then proceeded to lead him upstairs. ❝ Seems like we've been walking forever. ❞ Or it could be because Ranma was so impatient. He just hoped it wouldn't be too long because he didn't want to be scolded back home.

❝ I know this is off topic, but I'm also getting hungry so... if you don't have food here I need to get going. ❞

SHE WAS GLAD that he was not being too stubborn or difficult about this. She had after all dealt with a number of boys in the past that would by now roughly snatch their hands away and snap at her to BUZZ OFF. And so, she didn't mind at all when he would eventually pull his hand away from her own, so long as he continued to follow her back to her place nearby.

"... Why not, bro?" She responded back, seeming genuinely surprised herself when he had asked that. Even looking back over her shoulder and at him with slightly wide eyes, "If ya see dat someone's hurt, don'cha wanna help em' out yerself?"

With that said, Itsuki would then look back ahead. She was beginning to pity him now, but only because the idea of having someone showing any sort of care or concern for him seemed almost alien to him. Sure, she was a stranger. But she was sure there were other strangers who would have done the same then.

"Naaaah, ah don't. But uhm startin' ta think ah should." Itsuki would finally smile and chuckle, nearly rolling her eyes then at the very thought of it. "'Fraid all's uhf got is some ice, wash cloths, an' some balm. But, we'll see if ya need dat last one." They would finally reach a little shophouse, one owned by her grandmother. "Uhm jus' gonna give 'im somethin' fer dat bruise on his face, obaachan~" She would tell her, as they headed towards the stairs nearby then, "C'mon, bro, we're almost there!"