Happiness
"Why are you always so happy?"
Butch's emerald orbs are reduced to slits and his bushy eyebrows are furrowed in his rage. His whole body is quaking, and he struggles to retain his intimidating stance before her. Bubbles seems suprised. His black spikes are a hot mess without the heavy gel she prescribed him some years ago and he had since religiously used and so wave in the wind like an ocean's shore; he's shirtless and ripped and in the setting sun, Bubbles' heart swoons.
"Because I get to see to you like this everytime I don't give you an answer."