Dec 23, 2024
If Leizu was the paranoid sort, she might think this sight, so close to Christmas, was some sort of Dickensian hallucination. The ghost of fallen beasts past, or some such thing. "But this is terribly embarrassing." Leizu leans in towards the bear sitting at the bar, adjusting the white fur stole around her shoulders. She frequents this bar partly for the women, and partly because it runs the air conditioning brutally enough that Leizu can dress her best. "We seem to be wearing the same outfit. Shall I go home and change?" She could almost be making a light-hearted joke. Almost. Except, Leizu doesn't really do light-hearted jokes. @buriedwithit