“Sorry?” Morty’s tone made it clear that his response was not an apology, but an interrogative. What he really meant was, Seriously? What’s your problem? What he said was only a little more diplomatic: “What did I do to you?” Though he asked the question, there was no good reason for such immediate hostility over bumping into each other on accident. Of course, that was the Rowdyruff modus operandi; unprompted violence. They didn’t even have qualms about laying hands on women if their lifelong rivalry with the Utonium sisters was anything to go by. Morty had heard “We had another fight with the Rowdyruff boys” innumerable times, and though the rate of their scraps had dwindled as they’d all grown up, it had concerned him majorly back when Bubbles had dated the guy—skipping straight from being enemies to being publicly together. Fortunately that hadn’t lasted too long, but Morty had remained privately suspicious of the simple “incompatibility” reasoning provided for their breakup. He couldn’t imagine there wasn’t some weight behind their inherent incompatibility that really meant Boomer was too toxic to be around for long.

Years later, and Millie ended up dating him, then breaking up with the same story about how they “wanted different things.” Morty hadn’t felt it was his right to pry into the details of either of his (at the time) exes’ relationships, taking only what they felt comfortable telling him, but their vagueness in describing the fall-outs of their flings with Boomer said enough that he knew they weren’t amicable. All of his suspicions and distrust of the guy over the years flooded back now, bringing his blood almost to boiling point as he matched Boomer’s angry gaze. He should have just walked away instead of engaging, but he was never one to shy from confrontation. He also should have been more cognizant of the fact that if this actually turned physical, if Boomer upheld his threat, it wouldn’t be a well-matched fight at all—but he wasn’t thinking of Boomer’s inhuman durability or his own lack of super-strength. The only thought that actually held him back was that Bubbles wouldn’t like it. Meanwhile, the rest of him screamed to make a point that the other man couldn’t get away with treating people (especially good, innocent people like Bubbles and Millie) the way he did without being called on it.

“Pardon?” With confused—and slightly afraid—look within her eyes, Melody turned to glance at the blonde before her. Though there was a slight familiarity to his face where she couldn’t put her finger on, overall, she didn’t have the slightest idea on who he was. So hearing him say that he wanted her to be the one for him already began to put the model on the edge. Why would he think that about her? Had Melody met him before at some point and simply forgotten about it? It wouldn’t be the first if that was the case for with her job as a model, she does often meet multiple people at once, all during felting moments, and then never see them for a long while again. With that mindset, it could explain why she found his face to be familiar to her, however, that didn’t explain what he had said to her or even why he had done so upon initial meeting.

Oh god, was he some form of stalker? Again, being a model also means her face was plastered all over magazines, billboards and even the internet as a whole. She knew she had people who were a fan of her, and she was also aware that a few of them thought they were in love with her at that. But none has ever came up to her and deemed her as ‘the one’ for them. Never to her face. “I’m sorry, but I believe you have the wrong person because I don’t know you.” Melody finally spoke, still glancing at him as she did so. She prayed that her assumption of him being some kind of stalker fan was wrong and the reality of all this was that he was mistaking her for someone else. 

“More like you’re your own cockblocker!” Butch claimed, breaking into a howling laughter at his blonde dumb-bee of a brother’s comment. Oh, he knew what Boomer was referring to by that comment. It was no secret among the Rowdyruff Boys—or anyone with eyes for that matter—of how horrendous of a romance track record Boomer’s has had. With him actually having the balls to go off and date a Powerpuff of all people, who ended up ditching him the first chance she got, and then even after him dating a weak human who, get this—let Brick fuck her while she was still dating Bommer. Yeah, the youngest of the three would agree that his brother has blue balls of the heart. But he was also an idiot for actually letting that happen. “No shit you have blue balls of the heart! You messed around with a PowderPuff! Even if it was the pigtailed one, what? Did you think the two of you would be able to live happily ever after with each other because she let you fuck her?” Butch nearly gagged at the thought. “And as for that Milly one, hate to break it to you but not really— she pity dated you”