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Cosmo’s eyes fluttered open, his hand coming up to rub his eyes. He looked beside him, noticing Sprout. Huh. He had a Mains Meeting today, he should’ve been up earlier.
And Cosmo had his baking lesson with Boxten. He should’ve been up early, too. He even set alarms. Wait. Cosmo let out a defeated sigh, looking over his right—and, yeah.. it was 12:34 in the afternoon.
He was supposed to be up at 7:00 AM sharp, by the way. Same thing for Sprout.
“Awh, fuck..”
He mumbled, sitting up, and shaking Sprout’s shoulder.
“Sprout. Sprout. Sprouttt… Wake up…!!”
Sprout groaned, reluctantly opening his eyes.
“Mmgh.. what..? Isn’t it, like.. 5 o’clock…?”
Cosmo groaned exaggeratedly, gently smacking Sprout on his shoulder.
“No, you idiot.. it’s 12 in the afternoon…”
Sprout’s eyes widened, rubbing them. He quickly rested them again.
“Oh. I only had a Mains Meeting. I don’t really care about those, ya know—-“
Cosmo rolled his eyes playfully, interrupting Sprout.
“Well, I was supposed to bake with Boxten at NINE!”
Sprout chuckled lightly, teasingly replying and turning back on his side.
“Awwwh, that sucks, Cos—-“
“Shut up!!”
Replied Cosmo, a light shade of pink on his cheeks. He got up, slipping on a new pair of stockings that always looked the exact same, and his white hoodie he somehow found.
He grabbed his phone, quickly unlocking it and typing furiously on his phone.
“Who ya texting?”
Sprout said obliviously, and Cosmo looked at him like he was the stupidest thing ever.
“..Boxten. To reschedule and apologize.”
He said slowly, like he was talking to a child.
Sprout felt his cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment. Yeah, he probably should’ve known that.
sussy time skip to the like 30 mins bc im gay
Since Sprout missed his Mains Meeting, he was watching Cosmo help Boxten bake—not that Sprout noticed, ‘cause he was too busy admiring the way Cosmo’s curly, brown hair frame his face.
Or the way he had, like, so little acne, and great skin. Or the little star-shaped freckles on his cheeks. Or how he could still look so adorable in the same outfit every single day—but
now that Sprout realized he was being a lil gay, he tried to hide the probably huge blush on his cheeks with his red bangs.
“Wow, you’re getting really good at baking, Boxten!”
Cosmo said enthusiastically to Boxten, smiling softly at him. Sprout couldn’t stop the slight smile as once again examined Cosmo’s face.
Before Sprout knew it, Cosmo was in his face, shoving a cookie Boxten made in his mouth.
“Sprouth!! Try itf!!”
Cos exclaimed, words slightly muffled by his cookie-full mouth.
Sprout almost choked as he giggled, trying to reply.
“Heheh—oh, damn!! Thish is acthually really goodf!!”
Boxten smiled softly and proudly, noticing how gay the two were. Really obvious, actually.
Boxten thanked Cosmo, before going off on his way.
Cosmo was siting on the counter, Sprout standing between his legs in a definitely friendly way, his hands rubbing Cosmo’s lower thighs.
They were talking.. normally, giggling and lowkey flirting like usual.
“Are you saying you don’t love me, Sprouuuttt??”
Cosmo said in an obnoxiously high voice, Sprout shifting even closer.
“No, Coss.. I looovee youuuuu..”
He mumbled, pressing, like, seven kisses to Cosmo’s cheeks, targeting his freckles.
Cosmo actually loved it. (hahah get it because their gay)