👊 ;; ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ( @hardcoreproved )
she remembers when she was young, constantly arguing with blossom for the limelight, to be the leader, to have a say in what they do and how they do it. back when being the leader meant deciding how to tackle monsters, the idea sounded very appealing. now, even being the second just involves so much paperwork. detective paperwork, police paperwork, reports for the mayor, the occasional interview... the list is long and overwhelming. blossom does MOST of it, through some infinite patience buttercup can’t begin to understand.
buttercup has to do the leftovers. it’s boring. but at least it’s almost done. bubbles is the lucky one; she RARELY has to do this shit. oh, she’s sure bubbles would help if she was asked, but this kind of shit doesn’t INTEREST her like artwork does. this is blossom’s bread and butter. buttercup scribbles her signature at the bottom of this one robbery report, turning towards her sister as she entered the kitchen.
she pulls together the pieces of paper into blossom’s perfectly organized accordion file. there’s like ONE more piece to do, and thank god it’s barely a page long. she can hear the professor bustling around in the lab downstairs. they might manage to get some actual family time tonight when blossom gets home, if they drag the professor upstairs. “when i’m done here, bubbles, help me cook dinner.” honestly, bubbles CAN’T cook. it’s something she does with jojo, really. but bubbles can sit there and hand her ingredients. pretend she’s learning. it’d be fun.