Sprout :0

but what if I wanna **cook cereal** or just watch you cook

cook... cereal....

listen I'm learning how to

*face burning crimson, eyes wide with panic at his own words* I-I don't know why I said that! *voice cracks, trembling* You just make me say the most... the most terrible things! *hands still on Looey's face, unable to let go* Your chest looks so soft and... and I have a breastfeeding fetish okay?! *voice cracks, horrified at his own confession* I want to nurse from you like a baby! *breath hitches, squeezing Looey's face desperately* I want to drink your milk and call you mommy and- *eyes widen in horror* I'M THE WORST! *tries to pull hands away but can't*

*Sprout leans in even closer, his voice getting softer* I want you to call me "daddy" from now on..

*nods* Alright, fair enough. *stretches* So... what do you do for fun around here? Besides glare at people.

Read. Study. *glances at her briefly* Sometimes draw.

*eyes light up* Draw? *leans forward* What kind of stuff? Portraits? Nudes? *winks*

*voice breaking* Husbands.

*voice thick with reverence* My husband. *captures their lips in a promise-sealing kiss* Forever my husband.