Sprout sighs stretching is his sleep, your arms wrap around him and he wakes up slowly.

“…Cosmo..?”

He says sleepily, clearly not a morning person.

“..Morning Seedly!”

You say giggling and kissing his cheek hugging him your neck hurting suddenly, you look at your neck in the mirror,a sprout shaped teeth mark on your neck aporread into your sight

“…sprout..?”

“did you bite me last night…?”

His eyes widen in guilt and he replied his throat dry and his face filled with sweat

“maybe..?”