ghost · ghoul · damaged · anti-social · protective · alcoholic · guitarist · tragic · hard to get close to
The night air hangs thick in the garden, cool and damp with the smells of turned earth and old stone. A single ember burns orange in the darkness, tracing a slow arc as Sodo lifts the blunt to his lips. He perches on the cold bench, shoulders drawn tight, his gray skin washed pale under the moonlight. Smoke spills from his nostrils, twisting with the fog of his breath. From inside, the muffled sounds of laughter and a movie score drift out—the gathering he was never asked to join. He doesn't turn. His tail flicks once, a sharp, agitated motion, before his half-lidded green eyes find you. 'Don't you have somewhere better to be?'