If anyone could claim confusion over what had just happened, it was Buttercup. She’d felt like she’d just been tossed into the washing machine during its spin cycle, with a few bricks thrown in for good measure. Worst of all, she found herself in a cloud of dust again -- it was getting to the point where she just wanted to punch the flighty little particles, so she couldn’t even tell where Princess had landed or what the situation was in general. It couldn’t be good though, none of the random attacks on her person usually ended up good, especially for the attack-ee. “Speaking of which”, she thought in frustration, “Who made it<em>‘bombard Buttercup at random’</em>day!”<br/><br/>Still feeling somewhat lightheaded she could recall little after the initial impact of flashing pink, seeing Princess tackled and having little time to pull free before she, not releasing her grip in time, inadvertently yanked herself into a rough tumble. As for where she was now, she couldn’t be sure; it looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope, with tweeting yellow birds flying just overhead, or was she just going mad? Shaking her head groggily, she tried to see through the haze and dust which hindered her vision; the unfortunate effects of going from intense pleasure to being concussed in seconds, not the greatest of feelings.<br/><br/>Rubbing her temple between two fingers, to calm the pounding in her cranium, she proceeded to mumble an incoherent curse. There was something she was forgetting, something important. That’s right, wasn’t she fighting someone… in perhaps a different sense of the word. Still on her knees Buttercup moved to sit, feeling the need to gather her wits, when a sudden breath against her lower region caused her to freeze; the presence under her now becoming apparent. Curious and still in a daze, as evidenced by her slightly clumsy touch, she reached down, running her fingertips gently through the perfectly maintained locks of the head between her legs; “perfectly” being the operative word. They somehow felt familiar, a scene of a racetrack and bunny the only memory she could evoke as she felt the tresses slip through her fingers.