“Semantics -- you’re just jealous,” Buttercup retorted with an arrogant grin before turning to regard the professor and what he had to say; his words pretty much verifying the fact that there was no chance in hell of her skipping school.<br/><br/>It wasn’t much of a choice he was offering and he undoubtedly knew it, so there would’ve been no surprise at Buttercup’s sheepish expression as she answered, bitterly, “Pounding Fuzzy Lumpkins in the chops…” She poked at her food with the fork sulkily as she ate, more of an act than seriously, not wanting to face the tedium of school. Finally placing the fork down, she picked up the last piece of bacon between her fingers and plopped it in her mouth, turning only at the sound of Blossom replying to her. She didn't expect much and her sister only confirmed that there was nothing to do aside from reminisce over past exploits. It seemed so dull that the older they became the less trouble there was in Townsville, or perhaps she'd just grown accustomed to the usual threats so much so that they were essentially now non-threats, just time-wasters.<br/><br/>Swallowing with a gulp, she spoke in an almost exasperated tone. “Ugh, we have the most fragile ‘super’ villains in the world,” the inflection on ‘super’ quite obvious as was its underlying meaning, “Might as well have a toilet-paper villain like that guy in Codename Kids Next Door. There’s never any action around here anymore.” She finished with a sigh, pushing herself away and stepping up from the table. “Anyway, I’m going to go shower and get ready,” she noted before shooting the prof a quick smile, “Thanks for breakfast professor.” She was just about to step out, grinning at Bubble’s prompt return, when she caught Blossom’s last words.<br/><br/>With one quick movement Buttercup was behind her whispering, “suck up” before reaching over and quickly pinching a piece of bacon from Blossom’s plate only to slip out the door a second later, munching on it happily as she made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t take too long in there, tossing her clothes to the floor before stepping into the hot spray and washing herself down. The water against her skin reminded her of the time she’d actually decided to forgo bathing all together, only to be forced as even the monsters started complaining of her smell. Since then she’s made sure that she was always presentable and smelling like roses before engaging in the noble pursuit of breaking bones, rearranging organs and in general just kicking butt.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/Buttercup_Tough.jpg)</div>Once she was done she snatched up her money from the top she’d discarded and dressed in the usual assortment of gothish accessories and clothing. Pulling up a pair of dark green formfitting pants and thick gothic boots, with a similarly colored belt, she proceeded to don a choker and a tube top which matched the rest of her attire. Her hair she simply neatened up so it resembled a more orderly form of “unkempt”, framing her face as it fell loosely on either side. For her hands she opted for the black fingerless gloves with metal studs on the knuckles, always great in case there was an emergency, or she just wanted to look menacing. Decorated with the odd ring, skeleton, netting and chain, Buttercup was ready to meet the world.<br/><br/>Finished, she then quickly made her way downstairs to see what everyone was up to in the kitchen, feeling refreshed and a bit more lively.