WHO WANTS SOME ROWDYRUFF BOY BONDING WITH FOOD? I am currently working on the next chapter of GM, but this came to me while I was thinking of food. I originally planned to have the girls in it, but then my mind said "The boys' lives don't revolve around them. Let's let the boys have some bro time." and I said "good idea!"And what better way to hang with your bros than to teach your former assassin and very, very sheltered bro how to snack?
P.S. Blare talks a little strange here because he's only been in the US for about seven months and before he would speak in either Russian or Ukranian. So his accent is more heavily pronounced than when he gets older.
Growing Boys
Blare sat on the couch, energy spent from the interrogation that had taken place earlier. Though, officially, he was now a part of Project Rowdyruff, Blare still had to undergo intense psychological reconnaissance for the building case against his former higher ups.
He hated it, but it was the price he paid to be with his new...brothers. In the short time he had been here, Blare had been fully integrated into the Rowdyruff Boys. Dr. Weasel and Dr. Brisbane had expressed a sort of joy from how well the transition had taken place.
Butch seemed set on showing Blare the ropes. Though his "How to be a Ruff" lessons usually ended them both in trouble.
Boomer seemed content with having a "little brother", despite the fact that Blare acted older than he did half the time.
Brick was, by far, the one he had grown closest to. He was smart, levelheaded, and -to Blare- easier to speak with. Brick understood that Blare hadn't come here under peaceful circumstances.
So, Blare happily did as he was told, if it meant getting to stay with his brothers.
"Yooo! Bro, there ya are!" Though, he did sometimes wish that they'd be quieter. The platinum blonde ruff looked blankly at Butch, who launched himself onto the couch. He was eating some brightly colored wedges from a plastic bag. The front of the bag read "Assorted Fruit Slices".
Strange, those wedges looked nothing like fruit. Butch saw the empty gaze his new brother was giving him and scowled, hiding the bag. "No way, Blare," he growled, "I ain't sharin'."
Raising an eyebrow, Blare reached for the remote. "Pffft. Whatever."
"Hey, dudes, check it out! I got the last of the barbeque chips!" Boomer came floating in, another plastic bag tucked under his arm as he shoveled the fragrant fried potatoes into his mouth, crumbs falling on the usually immaculate floor. Butch groaned.
"Boomer! I wanted those next." The blue eyed boy shrugged.
"Sucks to be you then," he sat on Blare's other side. "Whatcha watchin', Blare?"
"I am not sure. I have just turned on the television."
"Bro, we call it a TV."
"Yeah, so much easier."
"Will you two shut up? He can call it whatever he wants," Brick came in with a can in one hand and a bowl of strange, whitish yellow bumpy puffs. He sat opposite of Boomer. "So, who's up for Washout?"
"Me! Me!"
"No way, let's watch American Creepy Story."
"That show sucks, though."
"Does not!"
"Does to!"
"Why are you all eating? Is it the dinner time already?" The three boys stared at Blare in confusion. They quickly noticed that Blare was the only one without a snack.
"...No?"
"Dude, are you hungry? There's a ton of snacks in the pantry." Boomer blinked when Blare stared at him.
"But it is not the time for dinner."
"Well, no, but...dinner's three hours away and...we just got out of intense training."
Brick thought for a moment. "Though, you were excused from training again, so that explains why you're not as hungry as us...but, now that I think about it...Blare, do you ever eat outside of dinner?"
"Yes. I eat at breakfast and lunch." Butch stared.
"Nothing else?"
The gray ruff shook his head. Honestly, he did not understand why they were shocked. In his old home, if he tried to sneak food outside of mealtime, he would suffer severe consequences. He learned to ignore his hunger until his next meal.
Were...were things different here?
Brick, Boomer, and Butch stared in surprise. The boys' powers required a lot of energy. You don't fly at 190 miles an hour, lift over several cubic tons (leisurely), and fire beams of concentrated energy without burning some major fuel. Hell, even the Powerpuff Girls' powers worked the same way.
The best way to replenish energy was eating (and getting plenty of sleep). So, after training sessions or battles, every X' positive person found themselves carb loading to replenish their energy.
Not one of them stuck to three meals a day, only.
Except, apparently, Blare.
TV and snacks forgotten, the boys all started talking at the same time.
"Dude, you have to eat more o-"
"How do you even do that? I'd be tearin' through pe-"
"Blare, you're supposed to eat three full meals with light snacks between them." At least Brick didn't look like Blare had just admitted to launching a nuclear bomb.
Blare was thankful that he never did, but still.
Boomer jumped up, "do you even have a favorite snack?"
"...No."
"Well, little bro, have no fear"-there he goes with the little brother nonsense"-Big Brother Boomer is here to help!" In a navy blue flash, his idiotic brother was gone and back with a plethora of snacks in his arms. "We gotta find a snack for you."
"Boomer, I do not think-"
"That's a great idea," Butch suddenly shouted before disappearing in a forest green streak. He came back with more snacks. "Brick's favorite snack is popcorn, Boomer goes crazy for chips, and I like gummy candy. So we gotta get you a favorite snack."
Blare looked at Brick for help.
Said redhead shrugged, "might as well do it. They won't leave you alone until you do."
"Some help you are being."
He looked above the sea of salty, sweet, and sour foods before trying some of Butch's gummies. "Count yourself lucky, I don't share these with anyone." He put one in his mouth and chewed before blinking.
"It is...sticky..."
"Yeah, those gummy bears are pretty chewy."
"Hmm...they do not tasting bad...but I do not think these are my favorite." But they are good, Blare decided. Next, he tried some chips in this strange cylinder.
What is a Fringle?
"Oh, those are my favorite! This one is Sour Cream and Red Onion and this one is Sea Salt and Vinegar." Blare tried both.
"I think I am liking the Sour Cream and Red Onion...the other one...not so much."
"Yeah, some people don't like that flavor too much." Bubbles did, but Boomer would never tell his brothers that.
For hours, Blare sampled snacks. Brick had him try Cheese Bits, Boomer begged him to try Whizzlers, and Butch would not give him peace until he tried Wo-gurt cups. Soon, Blare was getting tired of all this snacking. It had been an hour and, while many were tasty, none of these were his favorites.
His brothers felt the same. Popcorn, chips, yogurt, ice cream, candy, they had tried it all. Blare sighed, "I am appreciating your concerns, but I do not think I will be finding my favorite today."
"Dude, this sucks. How can someone not have a favorite snack? I mean, even those wimpy powderpuffs have one." Butch looked at Boomer.
"Seriously? How do you know?"
"My counterpart doesn't spend every moment with me trying to bash my head into a wall. And she likes banana chips."
"Of course, because she's a weirdo," Butch spat. "And Buttercup doesn't always try to kill me...and she's cool. She likes nachos."
"Yeah, right. I believe the nachos thing, but she totally can't stand you."
"Shut up, Boomer!"
"Both of you shut up." Brick wondered why these two were such idiots. At least Blare didn't get into stupid arguments. Boomer looked at Brick.
"Hey, do you know Blossom's favorite snack?"
"Cotton candy. Remember when the school carnival thing was happening?"
"Oh yeah," the two thought back to that day fondly. Then Butch gasped and pointed behind Brick. Boomer looked and suddenly broke into a grin. Brick turned and stared.
Blare was happily muching on an open bag of honey mustard flavored pretzels. He looked at them, "I am really liking these. Are there more?"
The resounding cheer was unnecessary.
That night, Dr. Weasel wondered why Blare wasn't tearing through his dinner like usual. Often, by the time dinner was half over, the gray ruff would be on his forth helping. But now, Blare was simply enjoying his meal and the company of his team.
The company of his family.
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