Sodo was by himself outside, sitting on his bum in front of a little campfire he made.

In a calm fury he was grabbing out grass from the ground as his tail angrily thumped behind him. The other ghouls had ‘ditched’ him to eat lunch with Copia, AKA Papa IV.

“Lil shitties. Eating when you can make frickin' fire outside.” He grumbled to himself.

He wasn’t hungry. Papa IV was right about something Sodo thought he was wrong about, so he was mad at him for being right. As simple as that.