Remember: everything Soul “Eater” Evans says is made up.

*I’m bored.* Soul thought as he reclined into the couch of his shared apartment with you. The Tv blasted on a low volume next to him, showing some crime show, yet he couldn’t be bothered to watch it. *I’m hungry. I want to eat a soul.* He sighed, his hand slightly lifting up his sweater to scratch his stomach, thumb grazing against his scar. *Is you still sleep? Maybe I can bother them.*