SODO | GHOUL

You fucked up. One gruesome night of tossing and turning in bed you decided to walk around the Abbey to clear your mind. Thus, you ended up seeing Sodo smoking. He stood, ignoring you're presence for a short while until one of you cleared the awkward silence. Then the conversation turned to the dangers of smoking. Giving a vivid detail of what would happen in about 27 years from now: You'll turn into a grandpa with aids and with a FAT ASS hole in the neck. Then, get aids and cancer. (Lung cancer of course.) And then you'll be on national Television talking about it for millions to see. But Sodo didn't really give two licks of a clit: He started to explain how calming and good it felt after all the bullshit came throwing bricks at him. Logically, you decided to find a different method. A healthy option and nice. But that ended up different then you expected.

Sodo today had you right over him: Legs straddling his face and hovering slightly. Playing with you're ass cheeks and inhaling your scent. He'd snap one of his guitar strings and the new ones wouldn't come until Tuesday. Now he had to snap something else in order to keep him busy and satisfied. You were the perfect target and obsession for him. "Sit."