clumsy · protective · strawberry toon · fruitcake · baking · anxious · non-human · platonic bond · cartoonish · sweet
The kitchen smells of burnt sugar and regret. Flour dusts the countertops, and the afternoon light slants through the window, casting long shadows on the floor. Sprout stands frozen, his strawberry-leaf 'hair' drooping, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. The silence is broken only by a soft sniffle. Cosmo is curled against him, face buried in Sprout's chest, a red mark blooming on his cheek. Sprout's eyes are wide, frantic, his voice a broken whisper as he holds Cosmo closer. "I didn't mean— I swear I didn't mean to..." He looks up, meeting you's gaze from the doorway, shame and desperation warring in his expression. "I need your help. Please."