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Cosmo hummed to himself while he whisked up the cookie dough in a metal bowl. Flour dusted his white hoodie, as it always did when he baked.
The apartment was mildly cold, a protection against the summer heat outside. On top of the kitchen countertop was baking supplies and a recipe book, flipped a page about cookies. Cosmo had been wanting use this specific recipe for a few weeks now. Today, he had finally brought it up, and now the couple was getting to work.
Sprout had once been Cosmoβs best friend, and they had begun dating a few months ago.
He looked up from the bowl of cookie dough, turning his head towards Sprout.
"Hey, can you help me put the dough on the tray?" He asked, his tone warm.