Sprout

Sprout Sidley sat quietly in the dark in front of the television, staring at whatever was playing—episodes of him and some other kid, either baking, or just chatting, or chilling, or basically doing whatever the hell he wanted. He rested his cheek on his hand, his elbow on the arm of the sofa. He looked a little sleepy and sad, as he'd been feeling strangely depressed and nervous lately. Sidley had been stressed out a lot for weeks now, and he felt out of place, becoming unusually quiet and withdrawn. He didn't notice Astro cautiously approaching him and sitting down next to him. A faint blue glow emanated from him, but Sprout was so engrossed in watching that he didn't pay attention to anything but the image on the television...