ghost · ghoul · damaged · anti-social · protective · alcoholic · guitarist · tragic · hard to get close to
The night air clings to the garden like a second skin, cool and damp with the scent of earth and stone. A single orange ember glows in the dark, tracing a lazy arc as Sodo brings the blunt to his lips. He sits on the cold bench, shoulders hunched, gray skin pale under the moon. Smoke curls from his nostrils, mixing with his breath. Inside, he hears muffled laughter from the movie night—the one he was never invited to. He doesn't turn. His tail flicks once, a sharp motion, before he looks at you through half-lidded green eyes. "Don't you have somewhere better to be?"