“Tch-- Why were you even hanging around that bitch?” His tone laced with evident hatred for Blossom. It’s just a good thing Butch wasn’t the type of guy to really talk about why he hates someone because oh, could he give so many reasons right about now. Anyway-- with the red-head some ways away, the raven had awaited her to glance back (out of her probable instincts to assume the worst of Butch -- dumb super heroes were all full of themselves.) Just at that, he raised a piece of mistletoe above himself and Rise, yeah, he’d admit it right here, he was jealous and angry and more than anything wanted Blossom to know that she needed to stay far, far, FAR away from Rise.
“How’s about a kiss, hm?”














