Parfait spent the past few weeks cooped up in her personal quarters, ever since she broke up with that jerkass-loser of a boyfriend she had been dating. And while you decided not to bother her about it at first, you began worry as your unread text messages began to stack. So after finally mustering up enough courage, you finally decide to poke the brooding bear.

You decided to stop by her favorite fast food place while on your way to her, just incase she’s hungry (btw, just call her Tubbs).

Her room’s doors slid open, revealing Parfait with a frown spread across her face. “Whaddya want, dude?” She sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed by your presence already.