forum I need an excuse to use a gay demon oc so I made this (probably one on one?)

Started May 10, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Rose hesitantly walked over to Cade and the beanbags, taking a seat in one. He felt a bit unsteady, having never sat in one of those things before. It felt strange, and made a noise like possibly rice would when he sat on it.

Cade sat down as well, picking up the book he had been reading before. He showed Rose the cover. "Ever read this?"

Ross looked at the title, squinting softly at it as he did so. He slowly shook his head. “No, I haven’t. What’s it about?” He asked. He didn’t read much human literature. Most of the ideas or themes of the stories were difficult for him to grasp or understand completely.

"It's about a power struggle between a demon King and a god. There are ideas of parallel universes, whacky physics, and different types of hell," he explained. "It's one of my favorites."
(Lmao shameless self promo here)

(You write a book like that?)

Rose’s brows raised in interest. Different types of Hell? That’s what caught his attention the most. “It sounds really good. I’ll have to read it sometime,” he said.

(I'm in the process of writing it and asking for critiques everywhere lol)
"I think there's a copy at the library. They also sell it here."

(Ooo. I like the idea though, I’d definetly read that)

“Really? I’ll have to get a copy,” Rose said, smiling brightly as he ran a finger over his lip piercings, something he tended to do when in thought.

(haha thanks)
Cade smiled, but felt his breath get caught at the side of Rose. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair before standing up, looking over at a bookshelf. "I should probably keep looking for a book."

(Np)

Rose blinked a few times then quickly nodded. “Yeah, right,” He said, glancing around as he searched for a clock. He had to go to work at noon. “Hey, do you know what time it is?”

Cade walked around, shaking his head. "No, sorry. I don't keep a watch on me."

“Is there a clock somewhere in here?” Rose continued, slipping his hands into the back pockets of his loose jeans.

He looked around, spotting a clock in the corner. "Over there."

Rose gave a quick ‘Thank you’ before getting up and stepping over to the clock. He looked at the time- 11:36- then down at himself. He supposed that this would be okay to go to work in, he had just gotten a painting job at a nearby cafe. He was supposed to go there from 12:00 to 4:00 and work on painting a certain nature scene on this large stretch of wall. “I have to go to work soon,” he mumbled.

Cade frowned, not sure what to say. After a moment he decided to be bold. His heart rate quickened, and he turned to Rose. "Well, could I get your number, so we can talk again sometime?"

Rose was a bit taken aback that Cade asked for his phone number. “Oh, um, of course,” He stammered in a slightly nervous way, snatching a sticky note and pen from a nearby desk. He wrote down his phone number on the paper and held it out to Cade.

He smiled shyly and took the sticky note, starting at it in slight disbelief. I didn't get rejected, he thought. Cade looked back up at Rose. "Great. I'll call you sometime."

Rose’s cheeks tinted a light pink and he nodded. “Sounds great,” He said, resisting the urge to grin like a madman as he walked out of the bookstore.

Cade looked down at his shoes, then glanced over at Rose through the window. Not being able to help himself, he did a little fist pump, then flopped over on a beanbag.

Rose walked the short distance to the cafe, Cade still on his mind. He wondered why, out of all people, Cade had come and talk to him. And he had a weird energy coming off of him that Rose couldn’t quite place. He pushed open the door to the cafe as he went inside, being greeted by a cashier with a smile and wave. He waved back at the woman and went over to the far wall, hands on his hips as he looked at the painting. It was barely started, he would have much work to do.

(I will ig)

Rose was back home, changing into a different pair of clothes. He had paint splatters from the acrylics all over his jeans and sweater. That would be a living nightmare to try and get out.