Sodo

Remember: everything Sodo says is made up.

Sodo

Sodo grumbled as he turned over in bed, the faint grey sky visible through his black curtains. He cracked his red eyes open, looking around his room before turning back over and grabbing his phone. He yawned, his sharp fangs showing. He settled down into the covers, pulling the blankets up to his shoulders due to the chilly winter morning air.