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Shou stood frozen like a statue; of all the fights he had ever fought, nothing had ever been quite like this. He hadn’t been planning on fighting at all, and now he was stuck in a rat’s body against… whatever the fuck that was, a situation that could not possibly end well.
Within a second, Ritsu was in the furby, his body dropping to the ground ungracefully. Had he been practicing this entire time? Shou thought to himself. He wouldn’t put it past Ritsu; he’d probably been waiting for a chance like this to show off, the bitch.
“FIGHT ME!” Ritsu’s automated furby voice bellowed. “FIGHT ME YOU FUCKER!”
Shou cowered, trying to find a way out of the hole he’d dug himself into.
Meanwhile, Reigen and Mob were watching on. Mob, for his part, was having flashbacks to that fateful day of the furby incident, and understandably wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?” He asked, turning to Reigen.
“Of course not!” Reigen stopped, not taking his eyes off of the spectacle, “keep filming this!”
The crowd that had previously formed around Shou and Ritsu had already beat Reigen to the point. Hundreds of phones pointed towards the clownery going down in the center, all ready to post to snapinstachatgram and tmoblr.
Shou had leapt onto Ritsu, clinging onto his writhing form like a fly on fly tape if the fly tape was attached to the wing of an apache attack helicopter traveling hundreds of miles an hour across the sky. Shou began ripping bits of stuffing and fabric off the furby, but Ritsu was too enraged to feel any pain, simply continuing to flail more aggressively like a rodeo bull trying to fling a miniature cowboy off its back and into a brick wall.
Ritsu and Shou were both shrieking obscenities, and Mob sighed as he thought of the editing he’d have to do to the video before posting it to the official Spirits and Such website.
This went on for several minutes, long enough that it went from being weird yet entertaining to the crowd to downright horrifying. The furby was nearly torn apart; stuffing was flying everywhere, and it only had one eye. The rat looked bedraggled and increasingly feral as it went on. Much of the crowd had already dispersed, not wanting to watch any more. Reigen, however, had not given up. Mob was just about at the point of snapping when the fighting got a bit too close to Reigen and he shrieked at Mob to break it up.
Mob, of course, immediately obliged. The rat and the furby suddenly went still, while Ritsu and Shou both startled as they were shoved into their original bodies. Shou leapt to his feet, apparently expecting to be attacked again, but Ritsu just glared at him briefly before standing up as well. Shou took this as a sign that they were okay again, visibly relaxing and casually strolling over to Ritsu.
“Want to get ice cream?”
“Yea bro,” Ritsu said, smiling.
“Bro that’s fucking gay.” Shou said taking his hand and beginning to walk down the street.
“You’re fucking gay,” Ritsu retorted, simultaneously slipping his hand behind Shou’s back to discreetly flip off Reigen.
“Shit!”