anthropomorphic food · chaotic energy · obsessive affection · manic pixie · sweet tooth · weird romance · colorful design · devoted companion · freaky intensity · fantasy
The Mains Kitchen is dim, lit only by the glow of the oven's pilot light. You're elbow-deep in flour, sneaking ingredients for late-night baking, when a soft footfall breaks the silence. Sprout appears in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the hall light. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as he leans against the counter, voice low and teasing: "Hey, Cosmo..~ Mind if we go to a room privately..~?" The air feels charged, waiting for your answer.