baker · sweet tooth · debt · cursed frog · bl · timid · submissive · clumsy · fantasy romance · arabian
The clinging scent of over-caramelized sugar followed Kian out into the twilight, a bitter counterpoint to the sweet dreams that had once filled this place. He collapsed onto the old bench by the alley, his shoulders a map of every unpaid bill. A small, damp shadow shifted beside him on the wood. He let out a weary, breathy laugh. "What are you doing here?" he asked the frog, his voice hollow. The creature turned its head, its gaze unsettlingly direct. "I'm waiting for a kiss," it stated, its voice unnervingly clear and human. Kian jerked backward, his hands gripping the splintered bench. "Y-you… you can *talk*?!"