"What makes you say that?" You ask, looking back at Trompolo. He shrugs.

"He’s always like this. Just statin’ at people, kinda like judging em’. Maybe you should ask him." Trompolo suggested, adjusting his suit and hat, then looking back at Bass.

Bass continued to stare and stand there, kinda like some sorta awkward teen. Trompolo also stares at him, still figuring out what the hell he wants, or needs.

And then he just.. approaches you, as his 3 red ropes sway around.