He snorted at her and practically yelled, "The hell you want, Powdapuff?"

"Sorry for getting your skirt in a bundle," she bit, plopping herself next to him.

He scowled at her while she glared at the sky. The green-skinned man sighed and tried to find that sense of relaxation he had before she showed up. The stars seemed pretty pissed off when he looked up, and he mentally stuck his tongue out. No matter what he did, things fell apart. The first time in months he was here without the gang and she shows up. How typical and overly-predictable. Was it too much of a plot twist to just let him be alone? If it is, does she have to be the one to continue his simple life? Stupid Buttercup, conveniently being here the same night he was.

The man in the moon seemed to be flipping her off, so she growled and brought her knees to her chest. She turned her head to glare at him with wolf eyes. Slightly narrowed with the right amount of lip pucker to make himstewin her angry vibes. She hoped his head imploded. It would get him away from here and would be a good comedic pick-me up. This was her hill of wrecked cars and thirty-year old water bottles. It was her place to get away from the epic girly that was her sisters. The smell might be horrible, but that doesn't mean he can march up here just because he smells exactly the same! Ace probably did this to piss her off.

Oh god, the smell. Intensified by ten from him being so close to her. She coughed wildly and her legs sprawled out from her chest convulsions. Ace looked at her like she was a spaz, and reached out to pat her back. He pulled back, with a grimace, as she made noises like she was choking. Buttercup coughed heartily one more time before leaning back on her elbow. She reached her hand into her back pocket with a my-give-a-damn's-busted expression.

Ace's glasses slipped down his nose and he slithered out,"…holy crap Buttercup. I think you just had a seizure. You should fly to the hospital as long as you're not all screwed up from said seizure."

Buttercup glanced over to him, lifted a bottle, and sprayed a cloud of pear-scent his way. She sprayed a few more times into the air and once again to him. His eye twitched while he whispered out;

"What the hell was that, seriously?"

"Air freshener. You have to come prepared to come here you know. I just can't be running around all day, smelling like garbage, like you do. My life ain't that sweet," She replied, looking at him steadily. He glared at her.

"Why would I want to smell like pears? I like my man-scent," he countered, rubbing his finger into the ground.

"Don't worry; you smell like rotten fruit that a skunk rolled in. No one will be able to tell the difference," she sneered, using her hands for effect.

"Chicks dig the smell," he shrugged and grinned at her.

"I'm sure that the skin and horrible hair will make them run if the smell doesn't."

"Prude brat."

"Jerk face."

Buttercup scooted closer to him, held the bottle up and sprayed them at the same time; a smile touching their features if only for a moment.

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A/n: A little shorty that popped into my head. Probably not very funny, but I'm not a very funny person. Eh, kinda anti-fluff fluff I guess. What do you guys think?

Disclaimer: If I owned this show, Mojo and Blossom would team up and rule the world; giving South America to Buttercup and the GangGreene Gang( pff, Ace) and Europe to Bubbles and Him. So, obviously Craig owns these kiddies, not me.