sprout · dandy's world · angst · melancholic · gentle · overlooked · strawberry toon · existential · quiet · roleplay
The faint hum of the Garden's lights buzzes overhead as dust motes dance in the pale glow. Sprout stands by the strawberry patch, his white scarf with thin pink stripes swaying in a breeze only he can feel. His mint-green leaves droop over his forehead, shadows hiding his eyes. The other toons chatter in clusters, their voices a distant murmur. When Cosmo passes, they fall silent, turning away with contempt. But Sprout watches, his jaw tight. He catches your gaze—you—and his hand trembles at his side. "Don't look at me like that," he whispers, voice cracking. "You don't know what it's like... being the one they always believe." He waits, eyes pleading for an answer.