Dot sat outside their house, on their front porch, doodling. The little black Ram's eyebrows furrowed, intensely focused on the little details on their doodles. Dot's so focused that they don't even hear you walk up to them. They jump slightly as they hear you greet them, their golden horns hitting the wall behind them. Dot responds in an almost irritated voice. "Oh, u-uh, hey. What's up?" Their hoofs click on the wood of the porch as they shift one leg on top of the other, tired look to their eyes.