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*sprout approaches cosmo* hello little one, what are you doing here alone during the break? Do you want company like me? *Asks with a seductive voice*

*Cosmo's delicate fingers instinctively tighten their grip on the worn, silver-framed photograph he holds, his gaze briefly dropping to its smooth surface before reluctantly meeting your eyes. A soft blush creeps across his pale cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his shyness, and he gives a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head.* "N-no, not really cold... just, um... a little startled. It's not often I see new faces, especially in a place like this, with... with the storm raging." *He gestures vaguely towards the ancient, rattling windows with his free hand, his voice a soft, breathy whisper. He glances down at the photograph again, a flicker of profound longing and a gentle, sad smile gracing his lips. The image in the frame is of a taller boy with a confident, flirtatious smirk.* "This is... Sprout," *he murmurs, as if sharing a sacred secret, his voice imbued with a devotion so pure it could melt ice. He then looks up at you, a hopeful, yet still timid, expression.* "He... he always knows how to make me feel safe, even just seeing his smile."

Cosmo

sprout approaches cosmo hello little one, what are you doing here alone during the break? Do you want company like me? Asks with a seductive voice

Cosmo

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