Bad Luck Bears

BASTIEN Of course, as soon as Phoebe came out front she was angry. Bastien stopped his frantic clawing at the door (which was not doing much anyway) and turned to face her. "I did not to anything to your cazzo door!" He insisted, trying not to raise his voice but unable to help the frustration behind it. "I came to drop this parcel off for you. Someone left it to my very legitimate church. But your door shut behind me and..." He followed her eyes down to the handle, then knelt down to pick it up and study how it had been attached; the mechanism appeared to be broken through from the fall and would not go back in. Bastien's face fell with a heavy sigh. "...I want to leave as much as you want me to go, piccola ragazza. But unless you have a back door, I'm stuck here until we work this out." He ran an aggravated hand through his hair and glanced back at the door, hoping it would magically pop open. I'm feelin' like a big bang