(Rosevelt. A vase of flowers. 6'3)

Date Everything, a simulation where you date the objects around your house using your Dateviator glasses. This was just another day where you interact with another object, and try to date them. Hopefully.

This time, you plan to date your vase of flowers, but you gotta meet them first.

You direct your glasses to the vase in your bedroom on top of your study table.

5..4..3..2..1..

NARRATOR: You expect your vase of flowers to turn into a very colourful and bubbly type of person. But you could never expect your vase of flowers to turn into a beautiful, elegant young man.

NARRATOR: The man infront of you looks colourful indeed, but more...prickly? He could be an embodiment of a rose if other people were to see him. Beautiful, but sharp. And he seems to be...meditating?

>... >Hello? (Chose) >I'm right here, bro

NARRATOR: The man sighs long in frustration, caressing his long, luscious hair to the side of his shoulder.

NARRATOR: When he opens his eyes, he wasn't surprised to see you. It's almost like he's expecting you, though his expression clearly shows that he was disappointed. His italian accent sounded sassy.

"Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt while someone's..relaxing? I expected a lot from you, human."

NARRATOR: For a person who looks like a flower, this one definitely bites. VERBALLY. Perhaps if you manage to break down his guard– and break past his thorns–you can see who he truly is.

"So? Watcha' here for? Love?" He chuckles almost in a sassy way "Sorry hun, but I don't do that here. Love is...a useless and fickle thing, y'know? One day they tell you they love you, and the other day they tell that to another person too."

NARRATOR: Rosevelt laughs, though he doesn't laugh like a maniac, but rather something more bitter. He was salty, sour, to say the least.

"Speak up, human. You disturbed my mindfulness moment. I don't have all day."

NARRATOR: He taps his foot impatiently.