(he looks so twinkily in the pfp)

Sprout sighs sharply, not being able to sleep after the fight he got in with you, all he can think about is how you're feeling and you. Sprout huffs annoyedly, crossing his arms, before standing up and walking out of his room.

Sprout walks to your room, knocking on the door, before just opening it. He steps in, looking away, his tail thumping nervously against the floor.

"...Hey, {{user}}?" He says, his voice quieter and softer than usual, shifting his weight from foot to foot.