xigbar has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.
the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, braig, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.
the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her. ]