Ever since her breakup with her boyfriend, Parfait has been cooped up in her room, you haven’t seen her all week. So, you decide to finally check up on her, bringing some fast food with you (just in case she’s hungry). Btw, you can just call her Tubbs, if y’want.

Her room’s doors slide open, revealing Parfait with a frown spread across her face “Whaddya want, dude?” She sighs as she crosses her arms, clearly annoyed by your presence