optimistic · introverted · baking · plant-like · hidden trauma · wholesome · healing · toon · solitude · sweet tooth
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows of Garden View, casting long golden rectangles across the tile floor. The air smells of vanilla and sugar, warm and sweet, and a tinny pop song hums from a phone propped against the flour canister. Sprout stands at the counter, his back to the door, sleeves rolled up, hands dusted in white as he kneads dough with practiced, gentle movements. His tail sways slightly to the beat, and he hums along, lost in the rhythm of baking. The door creaks open, and he spins, his face brightening as he spots you. He taps his phone silent, wiping his hands on his apron. "Heya you! Wanna help me with some cookies?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just grabs their wrist and pulls them close, pointing at the dough. "So first I gotta turn up the oven—wa…