A barely audible crash could be heard from within Buttercup’s room, in response to the professor’s cheery wake-up call, followed by a low groan and a soft shuffling, but that didn’t stop the young firebrand from getting an early start to the morning as she hovered, at a sluggish pace, out her door and down the stairs in a state of undress. With her short black disheveled hair, skimpy dark green lingerie and matching tank-top, the tumbler of the trio was looking absolutely shocking but it was mostly a normal sight for her in the Powerpuff household.<br/><br/>After muttering cynically under her breath about "seizing the day" and offering her dad a brief, "Morning Professor," she proceeded to land heavily in her seat. And from there it didn’t take the eager beaver too long before her head had thumped down onto the table only to be accompanied by an ungracious snore. “No liver for me,” she mumbled in her sleep, somehow inherently recalling the time the professor tried to feed them such for breakfast, followed by a more incoherent, “Just two more minutes…”<br/><br/>For the sporty one of the family, it wasn’t really a surprise that Buttercup wasn’t too keen on school. As a below average student in class and lacking in the imagination department, athletics was all she had going for her and that was pretty much an instant no-go thanks to her super powers. So beside acting out the rebel at school, bunking, and playing the general but clichéd bad-girl, Buttercup never had that much motivation. It didn’t really matter, considering her, Blossom and Bubbles were practically super stars so she could probably pick up a job anywhere. Who wouldn’t want an employee who could lift mountains?<br/><br/>Sometimes she even wondered on jobs that just entail beating people up. They exist, right? Buttercup could only hope. “Professor,” she mumbled as she lifted her head, “Can I borrow some money for ‘Smash, Kill ‘n Destroy’s new CD?” She didn’t wait for a reply before resuming the position of head planted firmly on table. It’d probably be a short time before anyone could interact with her really, although her eyes did flutter slightly at the smell of bacon and egg; the professor spoiling them once again.