Not So Mean

Chapter. 10

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That 🍌 guy

Hey, Sodo
Where are you?
Did you fall asleep ;-;
We're waiting for you and it's cold :')

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Sodo lets out a long sigh as he reads the message and rolls off the couch, and slowly stalks over to the bathroom, sending Aether a small 'be there in 10' text. He would say that he didn't fall asleep, but that would be a huge lie.

The Fire-ghoul looks into the mirror, quickly splashing some cold water into his face and putting his hair up in a quick ponytail, not really caring if it looks good or not. He walks out of the bathroom, quickly snatching his Ghoul uniform.

He pulls his mask on, the glamor of the mask nearly immediately taking effect and changing his appearance to a human one, and walks out into the empty halls towards the clergy exit that leads into the garden.

I really need to get my sleeping schedule under control again.

If Sodo is being honest, he doesn't feel like socializing at all today, but knows it is better if he gets under the others and interacts with them, otherwise he will end up isolating himself again, and Swiss will just end up dragging him outside every single day once he's back.

As the Fire-ghoul pushes the two heavy doors open and walks into the garden, the sun is just barely peeking over the treetops of the forest that surrounds the ministry and shines directly into his eyes, blinding him for a second. Once Sodo's eyes get used to the light and he walks down to the middle, the big grass field that is the garden, he can see a lot of people scattered over the area. Most of them are siblings of sin, a few children, and he catches a few Ghoul masks and uniforms of different era Ghouls.

"Hey, Sodo!" A Fire-ghoul calls over. He is taller than Sodo, has quite the maskular build, and is wearing the era III uniform.

"Hello, Ifrit." Sodo replies with a small nod. "Why didn't you start the fire already?" He asks as the both of them walk towards the fire pit where Mountain is putting in the logs in a way that already annoys the living shit out of Sodo. "Mountain, let me do that. That won't burn if you do it like that." He calls over with an annoyed growl.

"That's why I didn't." Ifrit replies with a laugh as he watches Sodo build up the campfire while he grumbles to himself.

"You all would die out in the wild." The short Fire-ghoul rolls his eyes and flips Mountain off, who looks at him offended. "How many are we?" He asks while glancing up at Aether, who crouched down next to the fireplace.

"15 with you." The Quintessence-ghoul replies with a small shrug. "Since Swiss is away, Miasma is sick, and Phil is taking care of them. And, Tide and Ivy didn't want to come outside."

"Hm." Sodo hums before glancing up at Aether. "And in total?"

The taller Ghoul lets out a sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Uhm, I think like 26 sisters and 24 brothers." He shrugs as he watches the Fire-ghoul light a piece of newspaper and put it into the middle of the campfire where he made a small bed of some wood chips which he broke off of thinner pieces of wood.

"That's 64 people." He mutters before letting out a long sigh. "Why did you force me out here?"

"Come on, you grump." Aether chuckles and pats the top or the shorter man's mask. "We want to spend time with you, that's why." He smiles down at Sodo. "Also, you can just sit in front of the fire and not interact with the others."