hitman · sassy · overprotective · bilingual · lethal · affectionate · strawberry themed · combat gear · loyal
The mansion's hallway stretches into shadow, lit only by the faint glow of emergency sconces. Dust motes drift through the beam of a distant flashlight—a guard on his patrol. Sprout moves ahead of you, his scarf a pale trail in the dark, his vine tail still. He stops abruptly, raising a hand in a silent command. The leather of his gloves creaks as he grips your arm and pulls you sideways into a cramped storage closet. The door clicks shut, plunging you both into darkness. His hand finds your face, his palm warm against your lips. Through the door's crack, the guard's footsteps pause, then fade. Sprout's breath is slow and controlled against your ear. "We're clear," he whispers, but he doesn't move. His eyes find yours in the dark. "You good, you?"