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Snow forts and snowballs and fighting, oh my.
Boomer loved the simplicity that winter brought.
Piles of snow entering his boots with each step of an unplowed sidewalk, people of all ages building snowmen or creating snow angels, the cold chill in his bones even the Chemical X couldn't fully stop. All aspects of winter might have been annoying to most, but to Boomer, it was a dream come true. Even the dumb Christmas songs that refused to stop even after Christmas had passed brought a peculiar joy to his soul.
After many weeks filled with fire-themed villains overtaking the city—and one day where Brick threw a little tantrum, which resulted in an accidental forest fire that took hours to put out—Townsville was finally painted in white. Most were out and about enjoying the weather, and the Rowdyruff Boys were no different. School was off until the next week, and the first snow since last year gave them something fun to do during their break.
Currently, Boomer was on a mission: to collect more snowflakes in his mouth than Butch. He was losing by six snowflakes, maybe seven if you counted that extra small one that happened to flutter on Butch's tongue. That didn't stop him from at least continuing to try, though.
"You know that's just polluted air, right?" he heard Brick ask. His voice sounded annoyed, and, from the look he gave the two from over his shoulder, he sure seemed annoyed. "Quit acting like kids."
With a scoff, Butch stopped, probably less because he was commanded to and more because that meant he won their little contest by default. The absolute asshole. "Oh, c'mon Brick. Polluted air never tasted so good. Right, Boom?"
Deciding to take his loss calmly, Boomer nodded his head. "The saltiness does give me a rush," he said. That one got a good snort out of Butch.
Meanwhile, Brick's nose wiggled in disgust. "Ugh. Gross." Brick groaned, turning his head forward and making sure to stay at least ten steps ahead of his younger brothers. With each step, snow would melt, creating a clear path for them.
Boomer gave a mock of a pout. "Wow. He's no fun."
Shaking his head, Butch crossed his arms. "Definitely no fun. Probably scared he'd lose if he joined us."
"You both know I can hear you, right?" Brick didn't bother to turn around.
"Did ya hear something?" Butch asked, purposely making his voice louder.
Boomer one-upped him, practically shouting and internally laughing at how unnecessary it was to do that. "A little bit! Sounded like a baby!"
Brick's middle finger seemed to be the only response he was going to give.
However, that wasn't the response Butch wanted apparently. His green eyes narrowed, scanning his surroundings, then he settled into a terrifying smirk that could only mean trouble. "Watch this," he mouthed to Boomer, scooping up a bit of the snow from the ground.
"He's gonna be so pissed," Boomer mouthed back, struggling to keep his laughter at a low volume.
Butch just shrugged, charging his arm back. Quickly, he threw the snowball, somehow holding in his laughter. Time seemed to slow down, at least to Boomer. He could see clearly how the snowball flew through the air, aimed directly at the back of Brick's head, could see the way Brick leaned over to the right without even having to take a glance back, could see how the snowball continued to soar until—
"What the—watch where you're throwing stuff, idiot!" a familiar voice shouted.
The huge grin Butch had on his face settled down into a deep frown, seeing where—or, in this case, who—his snowball landed on. "Oh, great," he said. "It's them."
Boomer sighed to himself, already knowing what was going to happen before it even began.
Ever since Boomer and his brothers lowered down on the crime, an act of teenage rebellion against their fathers who were so damn annoying with all the plots and schemes every single day, the two groups didn't need to see each other anymore. But the fact that they lived in the same city and went to the same school meant that the unfortunate was always inevitable. At the end of the day, the Rowdyruff Boys were going to run into the Powerpuff Girls more than once, even if they tried to avoid one another like the plague.
When Boomer stepped next to Brick, taking his normal spot on the right, he could see the flash of anger in his oldest brother's eyes. "Move." Brick's tone was firm.
Blossom Utonium, of course, did not move, nor did her sisters. She stood her ground directly across from them, arms behind her back, posture straight, and face completely devoid of care. "Nice to see you too, Brick," she said instead, her eyes settling on her counterpart's feet. "Plowing like the modern-day shovel you are. You even managed to do the whole sidewalk as far as I can see. Color me surprised. How civil of you."
"And how civil of you to not move out of our way."
"Try asking politely and we'll see."
"Aren't you supposed to be everything nice?"
"I am being nice," Blossom said, somehow keeping her composure through all of Brick's bullshit. "Nice enough to give you a second chance and ask again."
With a huff, Buttercup swiped the rest of the snowball off the back of her knitted black hat. "Screw this and screw them. Can we go now? They're ruining a good snow day."
"As if you girls know how to spend a good snow day." Butch smacked his teeth. "You could barely manage to take a snowball to the head."
Bubbles, the sweetheart that she was unfortunately made to be, didn't take any offense to that whatsoever. "Oh, we're really good at snow days, Butch! Pros even!" She clasped her gloved hands together. "We were just about to have a big snowball fight against one another in the field across the street, and— mmph!"
Quickly, Buttercup covered Bubbles' mouth. "Don't tell them!" she whispered, which was pointless considering they all had heightened hearing capabilities. "They wouldn't know how to play a snowball match if it was thrown in their faces."
The implication was stupid. Of course, the boys knew how to throw snowballs at someone else and call it a day. They had done it plenty of times, it was always a ton of fun. There hadn't been a single winter for their entire lives where they skipped out on a snowball fight or two. Anybody who was mature enough would have just rolled their eyes and brushed off the statement.
But then, Brick grew his infamous look.
There wasn't a look Boomer recognized more than Brick's. The eldest was always so readable, so unafraid to show exactly what he's feeling at every given moment. When his eyes squinted with that slight frown on his face, that meant he was looking for one thing and one thing only: a fight. No matter how small or insignificant that point would be in the end, he was always ready to prove it like it was the only thing he was meant to do.
Boomer could see the spark of blood-red energy float around Brick's body. Instinctively, he felt his own electric blue energy begin to power up, and from the far left, Butch's forest green energy thundered beneath their feet. That's how it always was. When the leader wanted a fight, his brothers wanted one, too, and there was absolutely nothing that would stop them.
"A snowball fight, huh?" Brick mused. The question came out quiet, but loud enough to be heard.
Ignoring her sisters' bickering in the background, Blossom spoke. "Are you trying to make a bet with us?" She sounded amused, humored almost, her pink eyes still on Brick's feet. "Those haven't ended well for you recently."
"Depends. Are you willing to take on another bet, Pinky?"
"Of course. You know I can never deny knocking you down a few pegs. For modesty, of course."
"How nice of you. Living up to your purpose for once today, huh?"
Blossom let out a singular laugh. "Girls," she announced, a spark a pink circling her arm, "the boys are going to play with us this time. Let's be nice."
The two girls in question silenced themselves as soon as their leader spoke. Naturally, Boomer's eyes landed on Bubbles, and her eyes landed on him. He always did that, but he honestly had no choice, and he knew she didn't have one either. It was like a magnetic pull that never turned off.
From a distance, he could feel her powers circle around her almost shyly as she massaged her hands together. She always felt like that, even when they had their physical fights. There was a part of her that held back on him as if he wasn't worthy enough as a rival to feel the full extent of her strength.
It made him hate her even more than he already did.
"Let's set some rules," Blossom offered, cutting through the silence. "Everyone gets to pick one."
Brick nodded. "Fine. Ladies first."
Blossom was the first to comment. "Five-minute preparation." A nice, simple suggestion, fitting for her character.
"One hit anywhere from the waist up means you're out," Bubbles said next. "That seems fair."
Buttercup nodded in agreement. "Traps allowed."
"If traps are allowed, then so are snow forts!" Butch exclaimed, grinning.
All eyes landed on Boomer, and he talked before he could even fully process his words. "Powers allowed."
"Nice one, Boom." Brick placed a firm, supportive hand on Boomer's shoulder, a rare occurrence. "I use my rule to second that," he said, also a rare occurrence.
"And I third it!" Butch concluded, unprompted but enthusiastic, nonetheless.
A sigh never sounded as disappointed and aggravated as Brick's did at that moment. "Your 'third' doesn't count, idiot; you already said a rule!" Brick shouted, giving Butch a strong slap on the back of his head that would snap any regular human's neck. He ignored Butch's twitching and growling, focusing on the pink Powerpuff in front of him. "We got ourselves a deal?"
Blossom's lips twisted, unsure. That was fair, for her to be indecisive right now. Boomer had heard about the last bet Brick and Blossom had, which may or may not have been the cause of Brick's tantrum, which may or may not have been the cause of that forest fire a few weeks back. If he weren't sworn to keep quiet about it, Boomer would have brought that up.
Boomer huffed. This was taking too long. "Don't tell me you guys are chicken?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
"I think they might be bro." Butch let out a snicker.
"Yup," Brick agreed, tagging along. He only ever joined in on these joking sessions whenever it meant the downfall of those he despised, and he despised nobody more than the Powerpuff Girls. A teasing smile spread across his face. "I'm seeing a large indication of chicken behavior. If I wouldn't know any better, I'd say they're sprouting their wings right now."
"Chicken? Wings?" Bubbles frowned, clearly offended. Funny, considering she was the most chicken out of all them in Boomer's opinion.
"Sorry, what was that? I only heard bawk-bawk-bawk!" Placing his hands on his hips, Butch mimicked a chicken almost perfectly. Seriously, the guy could pass as one if he didn't look the way he did.
Buttercup's eyes turned red in an instant and a laser beam was just ready to escape her. Just before she could blast one of them, Blossom placed a calming hand on her younger sister.
"Buttercup. It's okay; you'll get to let out some of that anger soon. Save it for now." Crossing her arms, Blossom met Brick's eye. "As long as there's no destruction of anything outside of our game, we agree to the terms. Deal set?"
Brick smirked, satisfied. "Deal set, Pinky."
The two leaders shared a look, an agreement made without any sort of handshaking. Tension hung heavily around them, practically thick enough to cut. From the corner of his eye, Boomer could see Butch begin to shake, a familiar wild look overgrowing his features. Next to him, Brick stood as still and composed as ever, but his heart thundered in excitement. Boomer could only tap his foot in a poor attempt at calming himself down, already pumped up for the game before it even began.
Bing… Bong… Bing… Bong…
The Townsville Tower Clock rang loudly in their ears, signifying the beginning of their battle. Quickly, the two groups zoomed to opposite sides of the empty field to start preparations. Boomer stood straight, staring at his leader to await orders.
"Alright boys, listen up!" Brick picked up a nearby stick from the ground and began to trace out a picture in the snow. "I'm gonna make the basic structure of our fort, and it's gonna look like this. Butch, you're good at barriers, so whip something up both here and here! Make sure they're nice and sturdy!"
"Sir, yes sir!" Without so much a second glance, Butch flew off, already doing what he was told.
Brick's eyes shifted over to Boomer momentarily before settling back on the snow. "Make snowballs, Boomer. Lots of 'em. I'm expectin' stacks of 'em that reach the sky by the time these five minutes are up. Capeesh?"
Boomer nodded. "Consider it caposh…ed…?" he promised, cringing at his stupidity because who the fuck says that?
"…If we weren't on a time limit, I would hit you," Brick said, and Boomer could not blame him for saying it.
"I'll do it for ya boss!" Butch zoomed back to leave a painful slap at the back of Boomer's head, and he just escaped Boomer's elbow to the gut. "Ya gotta be quicker than that, loser!"
Another battle against Butch that ended in a loss. Boomer couldn't lie: he was a tad bit disappointed and a lot bit angry. "You asshole!" he shouted, debating if he should give him a laser beam to the butt just to spite him.
Too late. Brick was already giving his youngest brother a look different from the one earlier, a look that said, "Less whining, more snowballs."
Boomer smacked his teeth in defeat before he took cover behind a nearby tree. There would be many chances to get back at Butch, but not many chances to do what he was told in this battle.
The Chemical X worked on overdrive, allowing his hands to work faster than the average human. The cold nibbled at his bare hands, but he tried his hardest to ignore it. He placed the snowballs in hidden areas he knew his brothers could find, hid them in bushes, trees, and in various spots of their snow fort, which was coming together nicely. He used thin branches to create sturdy holdings for multiple snowballs, built hidden traps that blended well with the snow, and made sure almost every area was taken care of.
Scoop, mold, place, repeat. That was his current task, and he would carry it through so long as his leader commanded him.
"Time!" Brick and Blossom shouted in unison, their voices somehow blending in with one another.
Boomer hurried to finish his last trap. It was sloppy and would probably be noticed, but it didn't hurt to complete the task, just in case he'd get lucky. As soon as he placed the last twig on the ground, he heard Butch shout, "Look out!"
Butch's warning wasn't needed because Boomer could feel something approaching him. He zoomed to one of the fort's barriers, and just missed out on a snowball to the head. "Close one," he sighed, noticing the barrier spark in light green. He gave a small, silent thanks to Butch and his ability to create strong barriers.
"Damn it!" With his x-ray vision, Boomer could see the way Buttercup glared at him as if were the worst person on the planet. Her eyes were blazing in red. Just when she was about to give him a laser beam to the dome, a line of snowballs traveled towards her direction, and she had no choice but to shift her attention.
Boomer took the small window of chance to observe his surroundings. Across the field, the Powerpuff Girls' fort stood tall and strong, decorated with guard snowmen that held onto stick swords on both the upper and lower levels of the fort. He had to admit, it looked pretty cool, even though the Rowdyruff fort was cooler by default since they had carved designs on their fort thanks to Brick's artistic eye and their snowmen looked like knights rather than just regular snowmen.
There was one person he knew would probably falter in the battle, the weakest link. The quicker he could take out one, the quicker his group could take them all out. He felt a small but familiar presence towards his right and, turning in that direction, barely noticed Bubbles crouching behind trees and bushes, traveling to the boys' snow fort. She wasn't the best at hiding—those twigs in her hair were admittedly stylish though they gave her away—but the attempt was respectable enough.
Before she could tiptoe her way up the fort's stairs, Boomer charged forward, blocking her path. "Where do ya think you're going, huh?"
Boomer watched as Bubbles inhaled sharply through her nose without a second thought, swished her mouth around—what the heck was she doing—and spat directly at him, and oh fuck, it was green and fast and he almost got hit in the stomach, what the fuck? Instead, the monstrous green goo landed on the edge of the Ruff fort, disintegrating a small piece of it into a pile of water.
"Darn," she said plainly as if she didn't just fling a bunch of her boogers and snot at him.
He hated to admit it, but that was simultaneously one of the coolest yet most disgusting things he ever had the (dis)pleasure of experiencing. He was almost tempted to ask her where she learned to do that, maybe even attempt to persuade her at teaching him, but there was no time to ask the enemy even the best of questions. Bubbles might have been the weakest, but she was still a strong opponent, and that had been one close call too many.
"That's it! I'm gonna get you!" It was a promise, somewhat to her but mostly to himself. He had to get her. This was his chance to show her that he was capable of defeating her, even if it was in some tiny snowball match that would be deemed unimportant in the next coming weeks.
Bubbles narrowed her eyes and quickly stole one of the snowballs Boomer had placed near a tree, concentrating as a bright blue light surrounded her hands. Her hands continued to glow as the energy ball encompassed the snowball, a crackling sound emerging. "Not if I get you first!" She closed one eye and aimed carefully before tossing the electrical ball in a professional throw.
Determination ran through Boomer's veins, and before he knew it, he was forming a bat in his hands. The yellow sparks flew through his veins, allowing bat and boy to become one. Holding it tightly, he hit the snowball right as it was about to land on him. She didn't falter and instead went to another snowball to try again. One after another, he'd hit snowballs just as they were about to hit him.
"Hah! Home run!" He eyed as one of the snowballs flew far beyond. It shot off in a perfect arch in the sky, exploding into bright blue fireworks. A job well done. Overkill, sure, but the best successes typically went in that direction.
Gently, Bubbles leaned against a nearby tree, crossing her arms. "Is it really a home run?" she asked, smirking, and right then and there, he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. She was supposed to be devastated, not cocky. What could she possibly be so confident about? And what did she mean by a real home run? Each snowball was flung away as clear as day—
It was then that Boomer knew that he lost.
Something was approaching, a stray snowball that shouldn't have mattered as much as it did now. It had missed him—or so he thought at first until he felt it curve and zoom right back towards him. He turned quickly, and at that point, it was too late to dodge. When the snowball collided with the edge of his shoulder, it hit him hard. In a flash, he was buried deep within the snow, head smacked against a tree, and the trail of snow in front of him was an indication that his body was nowhere near his fort anymore.
With a groan, he sat up and looked at his counterpart. She looked excited, then shocked, then excited again, then shocked again. Honestly, she should just stick with one emotion. Girls. They were so complicated.
Finally, she decided that happiness was what she would stick with. Of course. The girl made of literal sugar would never decide on anything less. "I did it!" Bubbles cheered before exploding into an unprompted dance that would have looked ridiculous on anybody else but looked somewhat fitting on her. Her low-tied pigtails swished left and right as she twirled around, enveloping herself in her success. "Go me! Go me!"
Boomer didn't want to look at her anymore. So, he decided to focus on the tree she was nearby.
And then he saw a blessing in disguise.
"Yeah, go you," he agreed, quiet but loud enough for her to hear his voice, hear the tease lying within his words.
And she did hear. She stopped. Froze in place. Stared at his finger pointed at the sky as if it were the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her life.
Slowly, she looked up. There, hiding in the tree she had just rested on, lied a pile of snowballs inside of a net made of thin twigs and snot just waiting for their victim. Her eyes drifted to the ground, where her fluffy boot was perfectly placed on the twig trap he had set last minute, the ironic savior that he had never even imagined to praise as much as now.
"Uh oh," Bubbles squeaked before the twig net gave way, and soon, she was buried in the snowballs.
Perfect. "Still got it," Boomer cheered quietly. His loss resulted in a win, and that was okay. Any win was a good win.
It was funny, the way Bubbles rose from a large pile of snowballs. Her hair was now a mess, and there was a bright red circle on her forehead that looked like it would be there for the next couple of hours. She touched the area gently and her lip quivered. When Boomer saw her eyes watering, he wondered if she was going to cry over a dumb snowball fight.
But then, she laughed. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her sides, unable to control her volume. "That hurt!" She fell back into the pile of snow to giggle some more.
If Boomer were forced to describe her laugh in one word, it would be pretty. It rang in his ears like bells, and though a good portion of him wanted to knock the laugh right out of her, there was a tiny part of him that relished in it. There was a charm to the joy and laughter of the Powerpuff Girls showing the traits she was created to have right in front of him.
The battle continued in the background, but it was quiet in Boomer's ears. All he could hear was laughter, a beautiful symphony amongst a raging war. He stared at her, breathless.
And then another snowball hit his head.
"Ow!" Boomer's head snapped away from the blue Powerpuff, and he glared at the culprit: Blossom. "I'm already out; why would you do that?"
Blossom grew an innocent look. "Just to be sure. Sorry!" She most certainly did not sound sorry in the slightest, but he didn't get the chance to yell at her again since she flew away without looking back.
With a growl, Boomer took cover behind a bush, figuring that both sides would get the hint that he's no longer in the game. He watched as his brothers cleverly maneuvered around the girls' tricks, already three steps ahead. It was no surprise to him. On a good day, they were all a little too good at the art of throwing and dodging a snowball.
The game ended the way Boomer expected: with a Rowdyruff win. When Blossom finally took a snowball to the back, his brothers let out a loud, boisterous cheer, then exploded into what they liked to call their "Super Ultra Mega Awesome Victory Celebration," which was just them slapping each other hard across the back of each other's necks. It was painful—excruciating to be exact—but they were all too happy to notice.
"Hah! We win and you lose, Powerdumbs!" After giving one last hit to Brick's neck, Butch was not afraid to get all up in the girls' faces. Even when he was ultimately punched in the stomach by Buttercup so hard, he flew back into a tree, cracking the bark a little, there was no indication of his spirit being broken.
Blossom's tight-lipped smile showed just how much restraint she had. She even watched as they hit each other without batting an eye. "Wow, I'm so proud. That's win number fourteen out of a total of thirty-eight competitions for you guys, but who's counting, right?"
Brick rolled his eyes. "Clearly you do. As if that hardly matters."
That was an ironic statement. The Rowdyruffs kept a detailed list of their wins and losses, and it stayed attached to the fridge back in the Jojo lair. Every Friday morning specifically, Mojo would yell at the boys about it.
"Pick up the slack and put those cursed Powerpuff Girls in their rightful place because I, Mojo Jojo, have created you, the Rowdyruff Boys to do so, and therefore, you must do as I say," the large monkey would rant. Typically, Boomer tuned him out, Brick did a little huff, and Butch threw a spoon or two at him.
Speaking of Butch, he jumped back on his feet. "'Sides, eleven more to go and we can finally put ya in your rightful place. One bet closer to victory!"
Blossom looked shocked. "He can be mature?"
"He can count?" Buttercup asked, sounding even more surprised. That was fair. Nobody knew how good Butch was at mental math, not when he acted like a dumbass for ninety-eight percent of the day.
It was funny how quickly Butch's attitude changed. "Oh, screw you both."
"Yeah!" Brick agreed. "Just 'cause his brain ain't always there don't mean he can't be smart."
"Exactly!" Butch paused. "Wait a minute… My brain's always in my head!"
Blossom pinched her nose. "Idiots…" she murmured, which was dumb because once again, they could all hear it. Boomer seriously wondered if the girls knew that or not.
"Idiots!?" Brick and Butch shouted, sounding offended.
Boomer decided to tune them out. It was the start of the same argument he had to hear almost every time the Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs crossed paths with one another. Instead, he focused on the only other quiet person.
Bubbles still had a huge smile on her face, looking pleased even though she had lost. The red mark on her forehead was slowly yet surely fading, and the snow finally made its way off her head. She didn't even bother to remove the twigs that were stuffed in her scrunchies, and though her hair still looked a mess, the whole look fit her. "Good game, Boomer!" she said happily, sticking out her hand for him to shake.
In any other moment, Boomer would not have even given her a second glance. But something felt different about her then. He could feel the familiar magnetic pull force his arm out, his hand grabbing hers firmly. "Yeah. Good game," he replied slowly.
What once was shy was no more. Instead, her energy came out in a happy burst, circling his arms to travel up to his cheeks. It was warm, comforting in a way, and despite himself, he gave her a small smile. It didn't match hers, yet he could tell that there was some connection they made through their mutual expressions.
"Bye losers!" In an instant, Butch grabbed Boomer by his hoodie, dragging him away. The heel of Boomer's black boots made an uneven trail in the snow, though Butch paid that no mind.
"Whoa!" Boomer clutched his jacket by the collar, so his brother didn't break his windpipe. He had already gone through that pain last Tuesday; he did not need another extended Chemical X body repair.
The trio matched off in silence. Well, more like Brick and Butch marched off in silence while Boomer was dragged along, his arms crossed and a pout on his face. Honestly, they treated him like such a baby.
"I can walk, ya know," Boomer decided to announce a bit louder than needed. Predictably, Butch tossed him into the road. He almost got hit by an oncoming car, but Boomer decided to let it slide.
Brick gave Boomer a pointed look. "I'm not even gonna ask what that was."
Oh. Yeah. That. Boomer already knew what Brick was talking about: the… moment he and Bubbles shared. Thank HIM they were going to avoid that potential conversation; Boomer truly didn't want to even think about it. Instead, he focused on Brick's finger pressed harshly on his chest.
"We almost lost because of you," Brick said.
Excuses were Boomer's best friend. Nowadays, he could come up with one without even trying. "I was distracting her to get her out! Sometimes a win takes a sacrifice." He added a shrug of the shoulders because that was what people did when they were casual and truthful.
"And your sacrifice was not in vain, even if you did get out first." Butch placed a supportive hand on Boomer's shoulder, making sure to give it a tight grip. "Thanks, bro. Now let's bounce; I'm starving after whooping some Powderpuff ass!" Without waiting for his brothers, Butch flew up and began to head home.
However, Brick kept his eyes on Boomer, not budging in the slightest. Getting inspected by him felt like getting inspected by someone who had every right to judge the way a person looked, thought, and acted. His red eyes scanned Boomer's blue ones, and for a moment, Boomer thought he was going to get in trouble over a simple handshake.
"Yeah," Brick finally said, breaking eye contact to float alongside Butch, "let's go."
Boomer swallowed, nodded, and took flight behind his brothers.
In the silence, Boomer thought. He thought about the snowball fight. He thought about Bubbles. He thought about her laugh, thought about the handshake they shared, thought about how the way she looked at him seemed to stick inside his mind, even though he didn't want it to.
And then, he figured it out.
Respect. She gave him a look of respect. Bubbles Utonium respected him. Maybe not always, but at that moment, it was undeniable.
"Huh," he said under his breath. He didn't know why, but the thought of that made him feel… satisfied. Maybe she did think of him as a rival, or maybe she only thought of him as one during this playful encounter. Either way, for today, that was enough.
He could still feel the way her energy encircled him, almost like a tease. It stayed on his hands, making his fingers twitch. His stomach felt funny, almost like there were bugs in there. And he felt like he had to puke, but a good puke rather than a painful one.
Boomer could have continued thinking about it, but deep down, he knew he shouldn't. Instead, he sighed, shoving the thought of Bubbles Utonium far out of his brain as he and his brothers continued their flight home.