Brick rolls out of his bed already with a scowl on his face, the stench of something burning circling around him.
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS ON FIRE THIS EARLY IN THE MORNIN?!" He practically screams through the house. His answer being the shriek of his blonde brother, and the laughter of his other.
"BOOMER CAUGHT YOUR HAT ON FIRE MAN!" Butch yells, laughing as the blonde tries desperately to put out the flame.
"man shut the fuck up!" Boomer whisper-hisses at his brother, fists clenched. "You tryin to get me killed?"
Brick stomps into the room, glaring at the pile of ashes on the floor that use to be one of his hats.
"You have" He holds up three fingers "THREE seconds to tell me why I shouldn't set you on fire Boomer. Go."
"Well-I you, We, butch said that-Man we are brothers, you can't burn me I mean-why-hats are just-"He rushes towards the door, running into the cold morning air with nothing but his boxers on, Brick following loudly behind him.
Almost as soon as he walks out the door he runs into another one, an open one, that smacks him right in the face.
"Shit." He rubs his head and looks back to see both Brick and Butch standing behind him. When he turns back there's a girl leaning down in front of him, worry covering shown in her big baby-blue eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asks, grabbing his face and looking at his forehead. Her blonde hair sways in their low pigtails when she tilts her head. "I am SO sorry!" She apologizes, then turns back to the door. "BLOSSOM!" She yells into it. "BRING ME A RAG WITH SOME ICE IN IT!"
"Nah, look I'm fine." He nods his chin up, smirking at her. "A lot like you."
She frowns, pursing her lip tightly. "oh, well then." she stands up, turning away. "Have a nice day then." She smiles, waving at him.
"I'd have a nicer day if you'd come back in my room with me." He blows her a kiss, thinking that he must have her ready to fling her panties off.
"And it looks like I would've had a nicer day if the door had knocked you out." The smile she had once before drops, and quickly forms into a scowl. She holds up her middle finger at him, turning to walk away.
As she leaves an orange haired girl with a pink beanie walks out of the Utonium door.
"Damn." Butch whispers. "How many does Utonium have in there?""
"Bubbles?!" Blossom calls out, watching the blonde. "THE FUCK DID YOU WANT THE ICE FOR?!"
"Never mind the ice!" the blonde, presumably Bubbles, calls back. "False alarm!"
The orange haired girl nods, then turns to the three boys, one of whom is sitting cross legged on the metallic grate that serves at a floor for the apartment complex.
"Can I, uh, help you?" She asks, eyes flickering from one to the next, then back again.
"You could do a lot to help us." Butch smirks at her. "How about taking that pretty pink top of and showin us them B cups under there?"
The orange haired girl smirks, and saunters towards Butch.
"How 'bout I just do THIS instead!" She pulls back the waist of his boxers, emptying the ice-filled rag into them before snapping them back shut.
Butch screams "FUCKING SHIT YOU MOTHER FUCKING CUNT BITCH FUCK YOU YOU WHORE SHIT SHIT SHIT!" He pulls at his boxers shaking the ie out as she walks back inside, slamming the door behind her.
Both brothers laugh at his ice pain.
"Man, that bitch was cold." Boomer laughs. "Get it, cold?"
"Hahaha." Butch scowls, his balls still cold from the ice. "You know what wasn't cold? That ball of fire you turned Brick's hat into."