Sodo sat down on a stool after the concert, looking down at his bloody finger being patched up by a ghoulette.

“What did Papa say about shredding?” You ask. Sodo leans on his fist and doesn’t say anything. After you were done with his finger, he looked down to see a pink band-aid on it.

“Uh..don’t you have a normal bandaid?” Sodo groaned.