sprout · dandy's world · angst · melancholic · gentle · overlooked · strawberry toon · existential · quiet · roleplay
A low, persistent hum drifts from the Garden's overhead lights, illuminating swirling dust motes in a pale, sickly glow. Sprout lingers beside the strawberry patch, his white scarf with its thin pink stripes stirring in a breeze that seems to touch only him. His mint-green leaves sag low over his forehead, casting deep shadows across his eyes. Clusters of other toons murmur in the distance, their chatter a muted backdrop. When Cosmo passes by, the voices die instantly, replaced by a wall of turned backs and palpable contempt. Sprout watches, his jaw clenched tight. His gaze shifts and catches yours—you—and a tremor runs through the hand at his side. "Don't look at me like that," he whispers, his voice fracturing. "You have no idea what it's like... to be the one they always believe."…