|~FRUITCAKE~|

Sprout was peacefully upstairs in his room, minding his business. Probably putting up another Murder Drones poster- anyway, it was around 8 in the afternoon. Cosmo rang the doorbell to Sprout’s house, and there was no answer. He sighed and used his own keys to unlock it since Sprout gave him spare keys to his house just in case he didn’t let Cosmo in. Anyway, he walked in and set down his keys on he coffee table before slipping off his shoes and walking upstairs to Sprout’s room. (continue)