Pastel MoonFlower Side Story 2: Messy Confession
(Sprout is trying really hard to not self combust from what he’s about to do)
Sprout is in the kitchen with Cosmo, with it being rather messy, a bunch of flour is currently on the floor, and Cosmo is scolding Sprout for somehow dropping the entire sac of flour on to the ground.
Cosmo: “Sprout! What is going on!? You *NEVER* drop anything in the kitchen! There is something up! You don’t just start being clumsy from nowhere!”
Sprout: “I know I know! I’m just… a little tired-”
Cosmo: “So *tired* is how you communicate? Sprout, we have talked about this! I’m your best friend, you can talk to me about stuff, you say this to me all the time! So let me do what a best friend should, listening!”
Sprout stops sweeping up the flour on the ground, while Cosmo is just looking a little up at Sprout. Sprout looks down and away a little, his attention having suddenly shifted to a box of gramcrackers.
Cosmo: “S-Sprout… I’m, sorry… It’s just been, rough in the past few days. All that baking from preparing for that weird event that we won’t even go to has got me… tired. Sorry Sprout.”
Sprout looks over at Cosmo again, his expression softened, before he speaks up, starting with a hum.
Sprout: “I- haven’t been exactly honest with you… I- I uhm… You know Looey, right?”
Cosmo: “Of course I do, you talk about him when we aren’t talking about something else… Why do you bring him up?”
Sprout: “I- I uhh, h-how would I even begin to say it?”
Sprout’s face begins to flush a little, becoming a deeper and warmer red. Cosmo sees this change, and his expression changes from a little annoyed, but listening, to smirking.
Cosmo: “I see! You have a little crush~!”
Sprout: “C-Cosmo! Th-That’s too blunt!”
Cosmo: “Aww! That’s adorable! You two did talk a little right?”
Sprout: “I- err, yeah… before and after his shows I make sure he’s doing alright and everything.”
Cosmo: “Sooo~ When did the feelings start? I- I wouldn't think that you got these feelings overnight.”
Sprout: “Uhm, I- I… Yeah, not overnight, I just, he’s a really sweet guy, and he just doesn’t believe in himself. So I make sure that he’s got someone supporting him.”
Cosmo: “He has Yatta and Blot though.”
Sprout: “I- I know, it’s just… He looks so worried and I can’t help but want to try and make him feel better!”
Cosmo: “Mmmh, yeah… That sounds like you. Well, no time to dwell on it now, YOU need to confess to him.”
Sprout’s face instantly went from a little flustered and shy, to just, shocked, still flustered, but shocked.
Sprout: “I- I couldn’t! N-Not right now! I’m- I’m not ready yet-”
Cosmo: “Se let me help you! You just need, uhm? A gift, and something sweet, like, chocolate maybe?”
Sprout: “Mmh, maybe… I know he likes sweet treats, but Yatta just end up eating all the sweets though. So I’ll get him chocolate, definitely.
For the next dozen or so minutes, Sprout brain storms something to gift to Looey, despite him not knowing how it’ll go, it just feels right for him to make him feel special. Afterwards, Sprout gets to work, having an idea in mind, all the while Cosmo cheers him on. About 2 hours later, Sprout has finally put something together, that being a cute little baggy of sweet treats, and a modified version of one of his extra scarfs. The baggy of sweets contains a couple candies, a couple cakes, and a heartfelt note. The scarf now has a color-scheme of green, purple, and white, with yellow accents at the ends of the scarf. Sprout then goes out to Cosmo and shows him what he’s done.
Sprout: “You think he’ll like it?”
Sprout asks sheepishly, this is the first time he’s doing something like this with such intention, so he’s fairly shy about it.
Cosmo: “I’m sure he’ll love it! You made it right? You got this! Now shoo, I need to make up for the baking time we lost.”
Cosmo shoos Sprout away and off to Looey’s room, as Sprout walks, thoughts slip into his mind. “What if he doesn’t like it?” “Why would he accept my gifts?” “He won’t think i’m a creep for this, right?”. As Sprout continues to think, he starts realizing that, he’s starting to over think this, at worst, he can say no, right?
Sprout arrives at Looey’s door, he nervously glances around, no one is here. So, Sprout gathers some courage, and knocks on Looey’s door. A few moments later, Looey opens the door with a “Hello?”
Sprout: “Looey! H-Hi! How are you doing?”
Looey: “Oh, uhm… I’m, doing fine?”
Looey looks at Sprout with a hint of concern in his eyes, along with a small smirk and a furrowed brow.
Looey: “Is something wrong? A-Am I needed for a show soon? On set? I- I’m not doing anything right now so not like-”
Before Looey can question further with increasing concern and nervousness, Sprout practically shoves the items into Looey’s grasp.
Sprout: “I- I MADE THESE FOR YOU! H-HAVE A GOOD DAY!”
Sprout screams, before he scampers off. Looey is completely shocked by this, he wasn’t expecting this of all things. “A gift? Why? Why for me?” Looey thinks to himself. He closes his door before going onto his bed.
Looey’s room is rather colorful, that being of the ceiling of his room having a green and purple checkerboard pattern, with it then fading from yellow to white. Looey’s bed is simple, just green and purple stripes, with yellow as the accent color. Looey lays on his belly as he looks at what exactly Sprout gave him. It’s the same little baggy of sweets, and the scarf, Looey looks a little surprised he even got these from Sprout to begin with, it makes him blush a little. Looey opens up the little baggy, and grabs one of the neatly wrapped cakes, as he starts to much on the sweet treat, he fishes out the note that Sprout wrote. With curiosity and nervousness in his eyes, he opens up the note, it being addressed to him.
Hi Looey! I wanted to let you know that I have feelings for you. Not just friends, but love. I’d tell you in person, but i’m pretty sure I ended up running away after shoving some gifts into your arms.
Looey, while reading this note, grows increasingly flush with color. When he puts down the note, he’s already finished the cake he grabbed before. Looey rolls around, and just looks up at the ceiling for a bit. “No way he likes me like that, right?” Looey thinks, but he’s curious now, he wants to make sure that this isn’t some sick joke, but for now, he’ll just sit here and enjoy this weird feeling in his chest he only ever gets when Sprout is super close.
After a couple of minutes, he decides that he can’t make himself wait, he needs to go talk with Sprout. So, Looey sits up, and jumps off of his bed, before going out and trying to find Sprout. He makes sure to check the kitchens first, not there. So he decides to look elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Sprout is in his room, kind of panicking… Cosmo is there, but he isn’t helping much.
Sprout: “What was I thinking!? Leaving him with a note like that!? H-He could think I'm pulling some sort of cruel prank on him!”
Cosmo: “Come on Sprout, you’re over-thinking this! Looey isn’t like that, I’ve known him for a while, he’s going to take what you wrote seriously! What you need to do is go find and talk to him! If he can’t end up finding you, what will he think then? That you’re ignoring him, and therefore, pulling a sick prank. You should go to your kitchen, so that way, Looey can actually find you.”
Sprout: “R-Right! Thanks Cosmo!”
Sprout quickly dashes out of his room. Leaving Cosmo in the dust. Cosmo sighs a little, before letting out a content huff.
Cosmo: “The things I’ll do for those two…”
Sprout at this point, is running to the kitchen, straight up bolting. When he finally reaches the kitchen, he can hear soft sobbing. This causes Sprout’s expression to change from panic to despair. Sprout bolts inside the kitchen, and screams “LOOEY!?”. When he does, a high-pitched yelp can be heard, Spout turns around to see Looey, who is crying, holding the note.
Looey: “D-Did you… is- are… Do you mean what you wrote?”
Looey says between sobs, holding it out, it’s slightly wet now, with the ink bleeding a bit.
Sprout: “I- I, mean every word I wrote.”
Sprout responds in a raspy voice, close to tears, with a sadness that seeps in with his words.
Sprout: “I- I’m sorry for, for just… leaving you there, and not staying where you could find me… I- I’m, I’m sorry.”
Sprout says this as small tears form at his eyes, blurring his vision. Looey’s expression shifts though, it was sad, yes, and still is. Yet, there is a small change to it, softer, happier maybe? Either way, Looey starts to laugh a little, with some softer sobs seeping though. Sprout doesn’t understand what’s going on, he just looks down, in embarrassment, and shame. That’s when something unexpected happens, Sprout closes his eyes for a moment, before something crashes into him, causing him to crash into the floor, only, there is something, or sometoon on top of him. When Sprout opens his eyes, Looey is on top of him, hugging Sprout desperately, while tears are still streaming down his face, but this time around, he isn’t sobbing, it’s gentle laughter.
Looey: “I- I was so, so worried that… that it was some cruel joke, I- I have something to ask, though.”
Looey: “C-Can we cuddle in my room tonight?”
Sprout: “Th-that, that sounds really nice. Y-Yeah, we can do that.”
With that, the two end up walking to Looey’s room, they enter, and just cuddle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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