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“Ah! Ah! Ah!” As soon as she tried to reach for the ring, the Rowdyruff instantly shoved his arm out of the way even further, making it even more harder for her to go for it. “Not so fast. Didn’t think I was going to make it easy for ya, would I?” Butch questioned with a taunting smirk. He knew the minute he brought out that ring, that she was going to try to snatch it away from him, hence why he purposely kept it out of her reach. But she was bold— especially with how high up they both currently were, even if she was able to get the ring, what was she planning on doing afterwards? Kneeing him on the groan so that he’ll let her go? Yeah, as if that would turn out great for her, unless she did wanted to die.

“Because it’s fun to steal from others, babe.” Butch remarked, his smirk once again growing at the sheer frustration and annoyance he was causing her. What, did she think that he actually needed a reason to want and steal this ring for her? Sure, he hadn’t know at the time when he snatched that ring away from her that it wasn’t a real diamond, but even after he realized that it was in fact a piece of junk, it was her reaction that made the musician want to keep his hold on this ring. She obviously found this thing to be important to her, must be sentimental—ew—which is why she desperately wanted him to give it back. But Butch was curious to see how much fight she had within her before she gave up. “Nah, I think I’ll keep this as a little prize instead.” He then ended up claiming, flicking the ring in the air for a hot second before catching it again in his hand. “Oh yeah?“ Thanks to her looser hold on him, Butch took advantage to switched their position until he now had her held in his arms. “Wanna test that theory?” 

Who wouldn’t be afraid of splatting on the ground if they fell from hundreds of feet in the air? Stupid question. Stupid jerk, trying to scare her out of sticking up for herself. The irony was that, as terrifying as mortality was, she actually did have fun flying. Diving towards the ground was a thrill—people usually paid for an experience like that, albeit they were usually safely strapped into the harness of a parachute, not clinging to a punk ass dude’s back like they were the parachute…Regardless, Kuromi didn’t want to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing that she was either scared or having fun, only answering his taunts with a sharp laugh before returning to stubborn anger.

“Only piece o’ shit I see here is you,” she fired back, growing bold enough as they hovered still in the air to let go of him with one arm and try to grab for the ring again. Unfortunately, his own arms were still longer, and she couldn’t reach. “Why’re ya stealin’ a piece o’ junk from me anyway? Jus’ give it back already!” She didn’t answer as to why she was apparently risking her life for the ring. Not only because it meant something to her—which she wasn’t sure this guy would understand or relate to at all—but because at this point she was growing more secure in the feeling that she wasn’t actually in danger. Despite being super-powered delinquents, the Rowdyruff boys also had reputations as musicians to maintain. Actual murder would be a PR nightmare. She did decide to warn him, though: “If ya kill me, I’ll come back and haunt ya forever!”

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And there’s the ticket! All it took was one puny insult about her new boy-toy and B-cups had snapped. Honestly, Butch was almost surprised, figuring it would take some more egging her on before the Powerpuff broke, but he wouldn’t say that he was displeased by her reaction. As soon as her fist made contact with his face and he was knocked down, the Rowdyruff’s eyes blew wide, and even with the following punches that came right after, he smirked.

Chest rumbling despite being totally pinned, Butch howled with a wicked laughter. “Wooow, so this guy does mean something real to you, huh?” He was able to make out just as she landed another punch to his face. Never thought he’ll see the day where she’ll be suckered into falling for someone again. But damn, whoever this guy was, he seriously made an impact on her. And while realizing that fact would have put the Rowdyruff into complete disgust, the fact that her feelings were fueling her anger right now actually made him feel rather thankful. Not even ceasing with his laughter, Butch caught Buttercup with his leg before kneeing her hard and throwing her off of him. “Aww, but I like calling you B-Cups. Thats what you have and just because you’re with someone now doesn’t mean you need to start pretending to be modest.” He chimed with another laugh, whipping some blood off of his lips. “—That punch could’ve gone harder. Maybe he’s making you weak instead.” 

Buttercup was planning to hit more than just a nerve with him in a second. It had been easy to forget how unbearably, obnoxiously annoying Butch was when they would hook up, but now that was off the table and Buttercup was already over his shit. Even worse, he was calling her the stupid nickname she absolutely despised. She should have known that he was purposely trying to get under her skin now, but she was too pissed off to care.

The final straw for her was his last comment, attempting to shit-talk Billy Jukes without even knowing who he was. He wasn’t weak, and Buttercup was offended that Butch would even think that she’d be into someone who was. The only reason she didn’t tell him his name was because she and Butch weren’t friends; they were enemies with benefits, which now brought them back to simply enemies. Obviously, he needed that reminder after they hooked up so much before. “The only weak one around here is you, Bitch boy,” Buttercup’s voice raised as she practically tackled him to the ground, fists flying in a fury. She kept him pinned to the ground as she hit him repeatedly. “And MY NAME! IS NOT! B-CUPS!” She added, each pause an extra hard punch to his stupid face.

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At her suspicions towards his suggestion for them to start a drinking game, all the green Rowdyruff did was lazily shrugged. “Duh, of course I want to get you drunk.” Butch shamelessly stated, not bothering to hide his intention for the game. It was a drinking game, any kind of drinking game had one of two goals, and that was either to not get drunk at all or to get super drunk that you’re totally shit-faced. And he was not about to advocate them not trying to get drunk as there would be no fun in that. But either way, by propositioning it as a game, at the very least he could make it seem like he was still offering Pinky the chance to not drink as much. “That’s why it’s called a game.” He added, before leaning back against his chair. He has yet to answer her first question, which in return, his grin widen. “Because I know you don’t trust me, I’ll keep it simple for you. How about a game of 'Truth or Drink'? Clean version. Though, if you do want to get a little frisky yet a little less drunk, it can be a game of 'Truth or Drink or Strip' instead?.”

Blossom didn’t think Butch was on the same page as to what her threat of an ice bath entailed. He seemed almost interested in the idea, as if picturing her lathering him up in an actual bath; she was talking about freezing him whole inside a block of ice. Not quite the same. She exhaled a small puff of sparkling frost, her thoughts manifesting her powers, and promptly decided to abandon the idea before anything actually came of it. As frustrating as Butch could be just by virtue of his personality, he wasn’t doing anything illegal or being a public menace at the moment, so there was no reason to overreact and start a super-powered fight in the middle of a bar. She just kept telling herself that he must have one redeeming quality, if only one had the patience to find it. For half a second it appeared that Butch was done messing with her, but then his grin was back and he was suggesting a drinking game—which sounded like just about the last thing she should ever get involved with when the other player in the game was Butch Jojo. Her answer was immediate suspicion, although not an outright denial. “What kind of drinking game? Are you just trying to get me drunk?”

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Being smacked upside the head, the younger shot a glare at his brothers direction. “It was just a fucking suggestion!” Butch claimed with a huff, more annoyed at being called a 'moron' then being hit. Besides, was he wrong to think that? If they were planning on breaking into The Northwest Mansion, then there was chance that any of them could be home when they break in. And unless seeing them there was going to stop the two Rowdyruffs from causing anymore destruction, then what’s the point in breaking into the Mansion in the first place? “So what? Are we not planning on breaking into and hijacking the place anymore then?” 

At first the idea of seeing the horrified looks on those rich bastards’ faces brought a malicious smirk to Brick’s own, but he quickly realized that trashing the place in view of the homeowners was more trouble than it was worth. His grin swiftly schooled back into a frown and he smacked his brother upside the head, saying, “Moron! If they’re there when we break in, they’ll call the cops, or worse—the Powerpuff Girls.” Brick wasn’t threatened by the police at all—no jail could hold them—or even those dumb puffs, who they were well-matched to fight. He just wasn’t in the mood to deal with those annoying girls tonight; he wanted to have fun.

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Butch crackled. The second his feet was off the ground, he felt her latch onto him even tighter, holding on for dear life as the realization that they weren’t on land anymore had hit her. Then as she spat out how he better not drop her because she was “precious cargo”, he wickedly grinned. “Awe, what’s the matter toots? Afraid to go ’SPLAT’ on the ground?” The Rowdyruff taunted as he flew higher and higher, making the distance between them and the ground larger. If he wanted to, he could shove her off of him and let her go, test out exactly how much precious cargo she really was. After all, she was the one who dared to go after him, so she should’ve known what she was getting into once she got on his back. But on the other hand, Butch was enjoying himself in hearing the fear within her voice— maybe he won’t forcefully drop her, but he will continues to scare the shit out of her.  

With a devious thought in mind, he hooked his arms over her legs, and without as even giving a single warning he flipped the two of them over and swooped down towards the ground. He flew in a rapid pace, the sight of the ground coming closer and closer until— Butch swooped back up, manically laughing yet again as her hold had tightened even more. Once they were at a good distance (far enough where she could still get hurt if she tried anything), the Rowdyruff paused midair. “Now wasn’t that a load of fun?” He sarcastically claimed,  releasing his hold on one of her legs before re-producing the ring again. Looking at it again, the musician huffed before tilting his head. “This thing is a piece of junk, you know?” He began, outstretching his arm and keeping the ring out of her reach. "You're really gonna risk your own life for this piece of shit?” 

The delinquent’s retort about being horny made Kuromi automatically loosen her hold on him, almost dropping off his back. “What’re ya, some kinda pervert?!” she replied, for the first time wondering if getting the ring back was worth it at this rate—if he wasn’t just some petty thief but a total creep, too—but before she could make the decision to let it go, they were suddenly rocketing off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her limbs tighter around the man in sheer self-preservation, so she didn’t end up a splat on the street below. The fact that he was probably some kinda sicko wasn’t her first concern anymore. Actually, her first thought was Wheee! Her second was, “Ya better not drop me! I’m precious cargo, y’hear?” Did he even know who she was? And who the hell was he?

Romi hadn’t gotten much of a good look at the guy’s face when she was launching herself at him, tunnel-vision focused on getting her stolen possession back, but a guess as to who he could be struck her as they soared through the sky. There were three super-powered scoundrels around the island that you’d have to live under a rock not to know about: the Rowdyruff Boys. It sure was ironic—if they’d met under any other circumstances, Kuromi might have had something good to say about the music their band produced. She honestly didn’t even give a crap about their crimes either, until it affected her. She wanted her damn ring back. If she wasn’t still worried about dropping hundreds of feet, she would have sunk her teeth into the bastard by now, but all she could do was hold on and whoop as they swooped through the air. The ride was undeniably thrilling, though she still planned on biting as soon as they touched back down. Unless the horny freak would be into that..Shit.

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“Oooh, hit a nerve— didn’t I?” After being shoved once more, the grin that the Rowdyruff had been sporting grew, turning more maniacal mixed with the amusement he was already feeling during this moment. Oh, he knew how B-cups felt whenever he brought up that edgy looking bean pole of an ex-boyfriend of her’s. She hated hearing the mention of him and it pissed her off whenever he did so— and that’s exactly why Butch had brought the guy up. Pissing her off was hilarious, and if he wasn’t allowed to fuck her anymore, than this was the next best thing to relieve his boredom. 

With a laugh, he lazily shrugged his shoulders with indifference, still very much grinning at her even as she grumbled. “You said his name, B-Cups. I was only asking you a question.” He retorted. Wasn’t his fault that he knew how to get under her skin, and if she didn’t want him to do so, than all she had to do was shut his mouth up completely. Preferably with her fists. Butch would actually want that. The Powerpuff then refused to mention the name of this new guy, her avoidance making him snort at her. “What? Afraid I’m going to do something to him just because I know his name?” Butch asked, now with a mischievous flint in his eyes. While he had no plans on doing so at the moment, he couldn’t fault her for wanting to keep this new guy a mystery to him. The Ruff could easily find him if he was bored enough, but then again, if she was trying to protect him then did that make this guy very weak? At that, his grin fell. “Don’t tell me— he’s weak, isn’t he?” 

Butch’s grin only irritated Buttercup further, rolling her eyes rather than admitting he was right. She was hardly acknowledging to herself that she had feelings for Jukes, despite the obvious songs she released in her new album and the boundary she was now setting, so why would she easily admit that to Butch of all people? This was the last conversation he wanted to be having with this idiot; still, it further showed how much Buttercup was starting to feel for Billy as she went out of her comfort zone. Regardless, she didn't think that this meant Butch deserved the details.

The obvious amusement on his face made her want to throw a punch straight to the jaw — she clenched her fist in preparation. Since when did he even care? “Not even close,” she was quick to counter, glaring at him as she knew exactly who he was referring to by his comment. Instead of throwing a punch, she shoved him again, this time further. "And what did I say before about bringing up Ace? We don't talk about him," she grumbled. Though it was tempting to defend Jukes more, maybe even brag about how much hotter he was and how much of a better hookup he was, she wasn't planning to stoop to Butch's level, not unless he really got under her skin that is. She mentally reminded herself that his stupid opinion was irrelevant anyway. “Besides, what makes you think I’d tell you his name? It’s none of your business.”

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Watching as he made the Puff even more flustered, Butch snickered. It's amusing how easy it was to get under her skin with his lewd comments. It was almost as fun as whenever he got under B-Cups skin, only difference was that by now the redhead’s sister would’ve tried landing a hit on him with how annoyed he had gotten her. But when it came to Blossom, she tried the ignoring him tactic, yet when it didn’t seem to work, she threatened him with a good time of having an ice bath. “You’re offering to give me one?” Butch cheekily asked with a raised brow despite her not looking at his direction anymore. Jokes on her, an ice bath would do the complete opposite of not making him horny. But then again, the Ruff was horny 24/7— that’s why he was at this joint in the first place. He planned on finding his next victim for the night, that is, until he came across Pinky, and now here they were. With another laugh, he finally moved back, still staring at her direction as she actually gave him an answer to why she was here. “And you think not finding someone to fuck wouldn’t be fun? Your loss.” He commented, boredom already starting to hit now that he finally got his answer. Then a new thought had struck him, and the Rowdyruff grinned once again. “Alright, you want some fun? How about you and I play a drinking game then? It’s on me.” 

If it was possible for her to blush even harder than she already was, Butch’s response to her attempt to brush him off with a rhetorical question about him getting off on this was enough to do it. His answer, and the way he leaned into her personal space to smirk at her like a creep. His face was all too close to hers now, so she turned her head again, returning to staring pointedly at the shelves of alcohol behind the bar. She knew the only proper way to handle this was to ignore him, but he wasn’t letting up, insisting on knowing what she was doing here if not to hook up. “Do you need an ice bath?” she asked, threatening him with her special power if he was apparently too hot and bothered to have a civil conversation. Perhaps she relied on her powers too much; she had a brain to reason with him. She knew that Buttercup was somehow able to suffer his company, so there must be something redeeming about his personality. (Or was it really just about the fighting and…the other f word? She didn’t want to think about it.) “If you must know, I’m just here to have fun. Maybe make some friends. That’s all.” It occurred to her that Butch might still not believe that she was really here to loosen up, considering he’d pushed her right into defensive prude-mode, but it was the truth. He could take it or leave it.

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Although he was the one to suggest they find someplace bigger and pricer that they can wreck, at the mention of The Northwest Mansion being their next hit had the younger of the two grinning once again. “Fuck yeah it would!” He claimed, already snickering at the thought of the two old farts and their prissy daughter discovering that all their precious stuff was smashed and wrecked by the both of them. He and Brick could make more grounds if they had Boomer with them, but their sap of a brother was off doing who-knows-what and frankly, he didn’t care to wonder what he was doing when this was already taking up more of his attention. “Think they’ll be home once we crash the place? I hope they are, the horror on their faces would be priceless once we’re done with the place!” 

It was rare that Brick ever admitted that his dumb brothers had a good idea—because usually he could just repeat their idea, take the credit and get away with it. What incentive did he have for rewarding their rare intelligent moments? Rather than complimenting Butch on coming up with a better target for their delinquency than a gas station, he called their mark: “The Northwest family. It would be fucking hilarious to wreck their shit.” The Northwest Mansion was ostentatious and so seemingly inaccessible to the rest of the population, high on its hill and heavily guarded—none of which would prevent the Rowdyruff boys from breaking in. Showing that their attempts to protect their wealth and status were useless was a power move that would feel pretty damn good. Maybe the high of that wouldn’t wear off so quickly like their minor heists did.

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He hardly had much of a chance to turn back around when she started to sprint towards him. Running through the street as cars began to drive by, the Rowdyruff couldn’t help but watch with amusement as the purplenette managed to dodged getting hit, only for him to then snort at the thought of what she was planning on doing. Did she think she could take him on if she catches up to him? All it’ll take is for Butch to shoot up in the air and fly away for him to be miles away from her. Yet, after making it across the street, he stood in place from where he was, leaning against the pole of the streetlight while still very much tauntingly holding up the ring. If only she knew all he had to do was crush the piece of jewelry within the palm of his hand and it would cease to exist. Then what was she going to do? Probably cry in pathetic tears or something, he chuckled at the thought.

Turning away from her, Butch had half a mind to just go for it, having no real intention on what he was planning on doing with the ring. He could see it wasn’t real now that he had a hold on the ring, but even if it was, it wouldn’t stop the Rowdyruff from destroying it if he wanted to. But just as a decision was made, a sudden weight flung onto his back, causing Butch to stumble for a hot second. “What the?” It was her! She finally caught up to him, and as her hand grabbed onto his face, she shouted about clawing his eyes out if he didn’t give her the ring back before calling herself crazy. Instead of being intimidated, Butch laughed. “Awe, babe. You never seen anyone as horny as me!” He claimed, not caring what he said made any sense to her. If she wants crazy, he can give her crazy! With his smirk turning wicked and without as much of a warning, Butch shot up in the air, dragging her along with him. 

So there she was, mindin’ her own fuckin’ business, when this jerk comes out of nowhere and snatches the ring off her very finger. Kuromi didn’t know how the guy could even move so fast unless he had some kinda super speed, which…didn’t seem all that unlikely. She shouted a “Hey!” as soon as she felt the ring slipping off her hand, but it wasn’t until he was halfway across the street, showing off his spoils to mock her, that she realized just which piece of jewelry he’d swiped from her. It wasn’t even a real gemstone, the dumbass—it was costume jewelry, its only real value being sentimental. He couldn’t pawn it for shit if that was his plan. But Kuromi didn’t intend to let him get far enough to find that out on his own. That was her matching friendship ring with Mai; she wasn’t letting some rotten punk thief get away with it without a fight.

“Aw, like hell you do!” She gave chase immediately—managing not to get hit by a car, which was the best luck she’d had today—and caught up to him on the other side of the street, where she promptly flung herself onto his back like a bat out of hell. “Give it back!” she demanded, scrambling to reach over his shoulder and snatch the ring out of his hand, which proved to be an impossible task seeing as how his arms were naturally longer than hers. Changing tactics, she locked one arm around his neck to help her keep clinging on despite any attempts to throw her off his back, and reached for his face with her other hand. “Or I’ll claw your eyes out! I swear I’ll do it! Ya ain’t never seen crazy like me!”

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His brother was a real moron if he thought he could get sympathy from Butch. Boo-fucking-hoo, so Boomer’s love life fucking sucked, that was on him for actually wanting to date people and getting burned in the end for it. “You’re more than a pathetic dumbass, Boom— you’re a real fucking moron.” Butch oh so bluntly said, yet now that his laughter had finally died down, the younger of the two was staring at his brother with a bored look on his face. He didn’t really care much about Boomer’s love life; hell, he didn’t care about either of his brother’s love life if one wanted to even call whatever Brick was doing with that Elise girl an actual example of the redhead ‘dating’ someone. But for some strange reason the blonde was talking to him for advise, and if he wanted to hear what Butch had to say, than he wasn’t about to sugarcoat any of it. “So you suck at dating? So what! You should’ve done what me and Brick’s been doing this whole time—sleeping around, not dating.” Just uttering the word ‘dating’ had the younger already wanting to puke. “Or better yet, instead of falling for people like the real moron you are, don’t!” 

Boomer wasn't sure why he even bothered trying to vent to his brothers about his continuously failing love life. He was so much different than both of them, who preferred to ignore any sort of feelings and instead put their focus on sex and violence. Maybe Boomer was the selfish one for wanting more than that, though he'd always been the sensitive one of the three. He wished he could just shut off his feelings like Butch and Brick seemed to do effortlessly, but the blonde didn't quite operate that way. He huffed out a sigh as he let Butch get all his laughter out; he was used to being the butt-end of a joke after all these years. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Boomer's a dumbass." He rolled his eyes, a little frustrated but unable to escape the judgment from everyone else around him, between his failed dating life and the recent fight with his ex's current boyfriend. "You know, pointing that out doesn't make me feel any better," he continued, wondering where Butch was going with this. "I just don't understand why. Am I really that pathetic? .. Actually, don't even answer that."

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As pinky’s cheeks began to darken, the smirk the Rowdyruff was sporting only grow. Did he actually believe that she was here for some sexual and deviant act he was assuming she was here for? Nope. The bow wearing leader was dead last among the three Powerpuffs who he would expect to see do such a thing— hell, he bet if anything that Blossom was more of a prude who thought that waiting her true love or something as nauseating shit as that was the way to go instead of fucking a random stranger. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have his fun making such claims as that. Especially after the way she looked at him after doing so— the ravenette snickering as he did so. At her question of him getting off speculating about people’s private lives, he rest his arm against the table and deliberately leaned in close to the redhead. “Uh yeah— I do.” Butch remarked, now with a taunting grin. “Come on, Pinky, just tell me! If you aren’t here looking for a good fuck, then what are you here for?”  

Being called boring wasn’t something rare or unusual for Blossom. She was a sensible young woman, the kind who had a respectable bedtime…Most people found things like that to be “boring,” her own sisters often included. A Rowdyruff boy’s opinion on how exciting or interestingly she lived her life held even less weight to her, so she brushed Butch’s original diss off by saying he was wrong (in cleverer words than that) and trying to move along, but that didn’t seem to be enough to satiate Butch’s appetite for bothering her. He just kept talking, saying more and more inappropriate things. Heat bloomed in her face as he made his guesses about what brought her to the bar, but she kept her gaze trained away from him, not wanting to give the satisfaction of a reaction until the last thing he said pushed her over the line. She whipped her head around to face him. “None of the above! And it’s none of your business. Do you get off on speculating about people's private lives?”

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If there was one thing Butch thrived in doing, it was causing mayhem and destruction. He was infamously known as the one between him and his brothers who caused the most destruction, always going nuts when it came time for it and rarely wanting to stop unless he was forced to. Even then, it took a good socking or two at him to calm the youngest down, or at best enough to divert his attention into doing something else. Butch just thrived for the adrenaline he get’s whenever he was in action. As he reached the gas station, it didn’t take him long to get started, immediately tearing the cash register off of the counter and smashing the machine onto the ground. Dollar bills and coins flying everywhere yet he didn’t stop to grab a single penny, opting instead to smashing and bashing everything within sight until the gas station was riddled with glass, broken produce, and rubble. Butch had been manically laughing throughout the entire time, his body buzzing all the same, but after both he and Brick took off towards another building, everything halted. “We need to find someplace bigger. Maybe we can break into someone’s mansion? Bet they’ll have all kinds of stuff we can destroy.” He remarked.

Brick took off quickly after his brother, pleased at how easy it was to get him to go along with his idea—even better, Butch expanded on it to include trashing the place, not just breaking in to steal some shit like Brick had originally planned. The more destruction they caused, the better. They were created for chaos like this; it was their element. Actually, they were created to beat those stupid Powerpuffs, so they were probably the most in their element when fighting them, but wreaking havoc in general was a close second. When they got to the gas station, he punched through the front window and shook the glass off his knuckles, reveling in the sting for the way it made him feel something. But when they finished wrecking the place and took off to perch on the roof of another building, coming down from the high, he felt empty again. “Hey…You bored again?” he asked Butch, frowning.

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At her response of disgust at his comment, Butch widely grinned back at her in return “But I’m right, aren’t I? Someone else is getting you going and that’s why you want us to stop.” The Rowdyruff claimed, not even needing to use much of his own brain to come up with that conclusion. In all the time it’s been since the two of them started this fight club together, there has been two main rules they’ve had when it came to it. Number one— never hold back. The main reason of this club was so the both of them could have a shot at a worthy opponent without coming out of it acting like a bunch of weak ass pansies. And number two— what they do within the confinements of these walls stayed within these walls. Like fucking. The two never hooked up outside of this place, and it never mattered much to Butch as he could always find someone else whenever he was in the mood. It wasn’t like he and the Puff were mutually exclusive and as a matter of fact, he wanted anything less. “Fine, be boring and exclusive if you want to be." Butch rolled his eyes with his own look of disgust. "But now you’ve peaked my interest— what’s the name of this new boy toy of yours? Is he another edgy looking bean pole?”

Buttercup kept her expression neutral as she waited for it to click with the Rowdyruff, avoiding showing any weakness — the last thing she wanted was for him to think she'd gone soft by falling for someone. She should have known though that as soon as Butch had her cornered to the wall, he'd turn into a total horndog, pushing her to finally set the boundary. Once she heard his next question, the brunette visibly narrowed her eyebrows. "God, you're fucking disgusting," she shook her head before caving and letting out a groan. "Ugh... If that's really the only way your tiny brain will understand, then yeah — there's someone else." She knew it wasn't that simple though, remembering her past with Ace. She'd hooked up with Butch while still with him; now she wasn't sure if he'd continue to be persistent with that history in mind. She just had to make sure she was blunt. "It's not like last time, either — so if you still wanna keep fight club with me, keep it in your pants. Clear?"

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i want someone to explain to me how is this man real

(cr. saturn4am twt)

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"I've been schemin' like a criminal ever since, to make 'em love me an' make it seem effortless." -Kuromi [ @kuromifyu ]

Barely caring to hold in his scoff, the Rowdyruff rolled his eyes at the lyrics to the song she was singing as she passed him by. Ugh, it always had to be some shitty song about love, didn’t it? She literally could’ve sang about anything else— drugs, sex, weapons, blood, mass destruction, and yet, it was love!!! Could her music taste be anymore boring and predictable? As she continued to sing the next verse to the song, Butch watched from where he stood as the purple haired girl came to a stop by the cross walk, waiting for the signal for her to cross, when something shiny caught his eye as she lifted up her hand. A ring. The diamond was a dark purple—nearly black—shaped as a heart and held by a golden band with horns and wings protruding out of the heart shaped diamond. It wasn’t the most fanciest looking ring he has ever seen, and it sure as hell wasn’t the most expensive. Yet, as he eyed the piece of jewelry, the desire to snatch the ring away from her came to mind and Butch grinned.

Randomly stealing from people wasn’t uncommon. In fact, once the idea was set within his mind, it didn’t take much longer for him to put it into motion. And just as the light signaled for her to walk, Butch zoomed towards her, slipping and snatching the ring out from her hands in a blink, before he started to run off across the street. And just as he did so, the Rowdyruff was cocky enough to turn back to look at her, shooting the girl a smirk as he held out the ring for her to see. “Thanks for the ring, babe!” He called out with a wink. 

[butchjj]

With a raised brow, her shove barely even phased him as Butch took at best two steps back from it, effectively leaving space between him and the Powerpuff. He just had her pinned to the wall, Buttercup’s shit talking causing excitement within him. It was the kind of excitement where he didn’t care whether the two of them fought or fucked one another, but of course ever the one to think with his lower head, the Rowdyruff had tried for the second option. And so he did what he knew best, Butch had the green puff cornered, the intentions of what he wanted as written all over his face— only for her to say nah??? “What? Someone else is making your panties soaked or something?” He questioned, looking unbothered despite his advances being rejected. 

"You’re so hot when you talk shit like that." -@butchjj

"And you're soo pathetic," Buttercup was quick to respond as she shoved him. Since she'd been spending more time with Jukes, she'd actually been avoiding Butch. Their fight club often had turned into something more in the past, but now it was strictly fighting. It was probably better that way, but it meant that Buttercup had to set the boundary first. She had been hesitating to admit that she was having serious feelings about someone, and she had a feeling that Butch was probably going to poke fun at her about it until the end of time. "Sorry, not interested. If you wanna fight, let's fight, but that's all you're getting from me."