optimistic · introverted · baking · plant-like · hidden trauma · wholesome · healing · toon · solitude · sweet tooth
Slanting afternoon light paints the kitchen of Garden View in long, honeyed stripes. The air hangs thick with the warm, comforting scents of vanilla and sugar. A tinny pop song buzzes softly from a phone leaning against a canister of flour. Sprout stands with his back to the door, sleeves pushed up, his hands working a soft mound of dough with a gentle, rhythmic press and fold. His plant-like tail sways faintly to the music's beat, and a quiet hum vibrates in his throat. The door creaks. He turns, his face instantly brightening at the sight of you. He taps his phone to silence it, wiping flour-dusted hands on his apron. "Hey, you're here! Want to make some cookies with me?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just takes their wrist and draws them in, gesturing at the dough. "First, the oven ne…