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[somnolentrose-blog]

¶ Warm for the Winter Time || Rose & Kaseem

A date? That magnificent stranger, Kaseem, had skipped the whole gameplan Rose had with other males. The composer was great at making friends, and only from this point did things happen. The man just vaulted over that first hurdle. Then, Rose made a habit of getting to know the person. He spent time learning everything he could about them, absorbing every bit of information given to him like some sort of sponge. Kaseem took a big swerve away from that one as well. Finally, Rose propositioned them for any sort of queer-platonic to slightly romantic activities. This step, by far, had to be the other male’s favorite part of the process considering he jumped right on that one. What was Rose to do with someone like that? Someone who was all spontaneous energy and charm? He was doomed.

Rose’s entire upper body was warm, pulses of heat flowing from his cheeks. Specifically, his right cheek, the one that Kaseem had planted a chaste kiss on before they parted ways for the hour. The prospect of the date proved to be a nice method of revitalization as well. He managed to get his forms from the studio, do the best he could with cleaning his apartment, and spark up a full conversation with the nice lady who lived adjacent to him about whether or not he looked presentable. After some helpful advice and accepted suggestions, Rose made his way down to the apartment lobby and sat in the chairs nearest the door. He held his cane in one hand against his thighs as they bounced with anxious excitement. The other hand adjusted his shades every few moments.