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"Good morning!" Kingsley calls brightly.
Percy groans and adjusts his glasses. "It's too early for this," he murmurs, yawning.
"For what?" his boyfriend asks, snorting in amusement.
"All this cheer." Percy slips his shirt on, buttoning it slowly. His mind is still blurred from sleep, and he has to be careful not to slide a button into the wrong slot. "It's a Monday, which is hardly worth being all bright and happy."
"But it's your birthday," Kingsley says. "If that isn't worth a little cheer, I don't know what is."
Percy groans. His birthday. He's been so busy with everything else that he hadn't even noticed the date. "Does it have to be my birthday?"
It isn't that he dislikes birthdays, but they can be annoying. People hear that it's your birthday, and they try to throw some stupid party, and you have to deal with people all day.
"That's the funny thing about birthdays," Kingsley says, wrapping an arm around Percy. "They're kind of an annual thing."
"Smartass."
Kingsley winks and presses a gentle kiss to Percy's forehead before stepping away. "Don't bother getting dressed. Your boss said you can have the day off." He grins, so proud of himself like he's so clever.
"How generous," Percy says, eyes rolling.
Kingsley laughs and gestures for Percy to follow him; Percy does. In the kitchen, there is a cake with blue icing and a neatly written birthday message.
"Cake for breakfast?" Percy asks, shaking his head. "It is hardly a healthy option, Kingsley. Furthermore-"
Kingsley silences him with a kiss, laughing softly with his lips pressed to Percy's. "I know you're incapable of going a day without following the rules, but come on. It's you and me," he says. "I'll never tell a soul."
Percy sighs. It's just one reason he loves Kingsley. Kingsley sees all of his flaws and quirks, and he loves Percy anyway. It's heartwarming, and Percy can't remember what his life was ever like without Kingsley.
He slides his hand into Kingsley's, smiling. "We can break the rules," he decides. "Just this once."