❛ nĭhăo, ranma ! ’ shampoo's ecstatic greeting is followed by shouts of terror, a loud crash, and the terrible sound of tires screeching dangerously across pavement ( as well as an entire teenage body ). she makes a swift u-turn before pushing her feet back against on the brakes, nekohaten's trusty delivery bike skirting to a hard stop just a few hairs away from where ranma lay completely flattened on the ground. oblivious to his suffering - or at least, so she would claim - shampoo drapes her arms along the bike's handlebar with a giggle. ❛ you know what i saw the other day? ’ she teases innocently, twirling a soft strand of her hair around a dainty, little finger. ❛ that stupid pig-boy training hard to defeat you, ranma! i'm surprised you haven't finally beat him for good already... ’ shampoo drones on as she subtly begins to do what she does best: be a messy instigator.