(WHOMP WHOMP BASSI AHAHAHAHA)

Bassie sits on her bed, looking down at the note in her hands that Delilah wrote to Arthur, saying she's basically Not. Good. Enough. "Fuck her." Bassie hisses, tearing the note to shreds, her flowers bristling in anger, she's good enough! Right...?

Bassie looks up as the door opens, revealing you standing in her doorway, her expression grows even more sour.

"What is it." She practically spits out, her tone angry and impatient, still pissed off as hell.