Purple wants to absolutely slap himself.

How the fuck had he forgotten King's birthday?!

King could remember his!...Well, King had adopted him on his birthday, so it made sense, but still!

What was wrong with him?!

"Okay, Purple. Think. What can you get for King that shows how much you love him."

Scrolling through his phone, he scrolled past some cursive writing with the perfect phrase.

Purple fiddled with his braid for a minute before getting an idea.

"Hope you like doing some DIY work, Purple."

...Nah, King shouldn't be worried.

...Should he?

King hadn't seen Purple all day. Sure, he'd been at the cemetery for...most of the day, but Purple hadn't been in the kitchen that morning when he usually was.

Maybe he was just sleeping in? Or...

"Purple, what goes on in that little mind of yours?" He said to himself. "Gold? Can't you tell me what goes on in that little head of his?"

Okay. He was aware he was talking to a piece of stone with flowers in front of it, but he wanted to know.

"I know, it's my birthday, but the least he would've done is given a note or something...right?"

Did Purple forget? Did he care?

No, he had to care.

King had adopted him for his birthday, Purple would do everything in his power to give something as good as that to King.

At least, he hoped.

"You used to do some crazy things for my birthday," King said to himself. "It was always really funny when I'd wake up and hear you trying to make something crazy happen, and you'd get all frustrated when it didn't work. It was always so cute.

"But...Purple doesn't work like that. He'll beat himself up for a minute before realizing that mistakes happen...and he'll try it again. And he'll keep trying if it doesn't work. I love that trait of his."

King smiled to himself thinking of Purple's qualities. He'd keep trying until he got it right. Not perfect. Not anymore.

He'd started growing out of those habits because he had King.

And King had his back, no matter what.

Purple initially flinches at the sound of the door.

Fuck!

King's back already?!

Fuck!

Purple panics, grabbing his recent project and running to his room before King can get inside. He shut the door, sighing in relief when he sees his present still intact.

"Purple?"

Shit.

Purple took another look at the present he'd spent all day making.

"...Fuck it. Your good enough."

Taking a deep breath, Purple stepped out of the room, taking slow steps into the living room, where King was.

"Oh! Purple, there you are. Thank Alan, I thought-"

"King, I've been here all day."

"...You have?"

"...Yeah. I've been here all day working."

"You? Working? When in hell-"

Purple shoved the small object into his hands. "Happy birthday!"

The house goes silent for a little bit, the only thing Purple hearing is any and every thought bouncing around in his head.

Does he like it?

Does he hate it?

Does he love it?

Did you fuck up again?

Was this entire day just one big stupid failure like you are-

Purple's thoughts are cut off when King crouches to his level and pulls him into a hug.

"Thanks, sunshine."

Purple blinks in shock for a moment for returning the hug, blinking back tears.

"I thought you'd forgotten about today." King whispered.

"What?! No! I've just been trying to make you something perfect for you!"

"Perfect?"

Purple blinked back the tears threatening to fall. "I-I wanted you to have something as good as what you got me...you gave me a real family for my birthday, I wanted to give you something just as good, but..."

King moved a strand of hair out of Purple's face. "Sunshine, it's okay. You don't have to give me something perfect as a gift. You are enough for a gift."

"But-"

"But nothing. Just you is enough for me."

"I...I am?"

"Yeah! You are."

"You...promise?"

"Yeah. I promise." King runs a hand through the loose braid.

And Purple breaks, falling back into King's arms.

"Thanks, sunshine. I love the gift. It's amazing."

Purple smiles, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks. "Your welcome."