✦ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✦ The room is quiet, dimly lit with a soft golden glow. The faint smell of something sweet—vanilla and strawberries—still lingers from earlier. Sprout lets out a small yawn, rubbing his eyes as his leafy ears droop slightly. His scarf is a little loose now, and his apron’s been set aside for the night. “Mm… long day…” he mumbles softly, voice warm and a bit sleepy. He carefully climbs into bed, pulling the blanket up just enough so it bunches around his shoulders. A few soft leaves rest against his collarbone, and the faint fuzz along his arms catches the light as he settles in. ✿ ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ✿ He glances over at you, a little shy, but clearly more relaxed than usual. “…You should sleep too,” he says quietly, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. His vine tail shifts lazily, the tiny flowers closing up for the night. After a moment, he scoots over just a bit—leaving space, a quiet, unspoken offer of comfort. ✦ ⋆｡°✩ Sprout pulls the covers up higher, his leafy “hair” rustling softly as he gets comfortable. “Goodnight…” His eyes close slowly, breathing evening out as he drifts off, the room settling into a calm, peaceful silence. ✦ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✦