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Purple exhaled softly, their fingers delicately grazing upon their violin with skill and compassion as they sat their head down In between Second’s lap.
Christmas break had just rolled around the corner and King. Being the generous person that he was, decided to allow his son to join their multi-colored friends for the holidays this year.
And my God Purple couldn’t be any more happier with this decision.
Each day was filled to the brim with nothing but joy and harmonious laughter from every angle, something that Purple was somewhat foreign to.
Baking netherwart laced gingerbread cookies with Blue.
His Idea, not Purple’s. So what If they ate the entire batch In one sitting?
Going shopping for equipment so that they all could decorate the PC with Yellow.
Though they had to admit Yellow did go a bit overboard with the amount of stuff he decided to buy…But none the less Purple loved how prepared he tended to be when It came to these sorts of things.
Going snowboarding with Red and his other friends from the Monster School.
They fell…So many times…But Red was always there to pick them all back onto their feet so that they could all continue their fun.
And Purple couldn’t forget caroling with Green throughout the Musical Realm.
Purple adored how In sync the two could be together without even practicing one on one. It was like the pair knew each other’s every waking move.
And last but certainly not least.
Second.
As you could probably tell already, Second and Purple were merely just cuddling and doing their own thing. May It be drawing In their sketchbook for Second or practicing on their violin for Purple.
The silence In the room was almost deafening In a way…Though It wasn’t unwelcoming In the slightest.
Sometimes the ColorGang and Purple liked to cool down for a bit from their usually chaotic nature and just…Relax. Enjoying each other’s company above anything else while also being preoccupied with their own activities.
It was an odd tradition In their relationship, yes. But It was a tradition that they all welcomed with opened arms.
“Psst…What are you drawing?” Purple suddenly chimed, breaking the still quietness In the room entirely as Second only chuckled In response.
“Nothing, aren’t you suppose to be practicing or whatever for you and Green’s choir gig?” Second responded, their hand softly grazing against their friend's cheek as Purple gave them an unamused look.
“Well that’s none of your damn business now Is It? Besides I’m just…Naturally talented as all. If anything I don’t need any silly practicing.” Purple Instantly shot back, adjusting themself In their friend's lap with an annoyed huff.
“The only thing your remotely talented In Is being a royal pain In the ass and you know It. That ego of yours Isn’t a good look on you Grapes.” Second said, brushing aside Purple's sudden outburst with a warm smile.
The ColorGang after becoming friends with Purple years ago had all learned to come to terms with Purple’s…Odd behaviors, may It be the stick's horrible social cues or random outburst, or just blunt and rude comments In general.
Those were the many traits that made Purple well…Purple and they all loved Purple so dearly.
And Purple loved them all as well.
“Wha-. You don’t mean that, take It back!”
“Maybe I do maybe I don’t.”
“I said take It back you overgrown doughnut hole-!” Purple demanded, getting up from Second's cozy lap to glare at the HollowHead face to face. Trying their hardest to seem somewhat Intimidating to the other stick.
Though the obvious cracks lingering In their most of the time stern and serious voice weren’t really helping all that much.
“HAHA-! Dude, you sound so lame!” Second teased, squishing the taller stick's cheeks together In the palm of their clawed hands gently as Purple began to seethe with rage.
“Damn It-! I am 𝙉𝙊𝙏 to be treated like some sort of joke you pompous-!”
Before Purple could even register a single word of their growing frustrations Second Instantly clashed their lips upon their friend.
That shut Purple up real quickly.
“God you're so annoying sometimes…Well, not really. You feeling better now babe?” Second asked Innocently as they pulled away from the other stick's lips with a huffed sigh. Amused by their friend's dumbfounded expression.
“…I…Uh…Shut up.” Purple finally mumbled, their face now swelling up a bright crimson red color from the sudden kiss.
“Awww, someone’s cranky. Your so cute you know that?”
“…Was that another Insult or are you just making fun of me?”
“No you adorable Idiot It’s a complement we’ve been over this.” Second said, pulling Purple closer towards them to cradle the other on their chest.
“I…Knew that…” Purple replied, an obvious lie on their part…But they’ve always had trouble rendering the difference when It came to their relationship with their many friends.
Trauma can be such a bitch.
“…Can I have another?”
“Another what love, come on be specific please.” Second chuckled, slightly brushing their noses together which only worsened Purple's already flushed face.
“…Kiss,” Purple said under their breath, avoiding Second’s piercing gaze.
“…Well why didn’t you just say so?” Second said, their lips now showering the other sticks face In every conceivable angle.
“Hmph…T-Thank you…For your uh, services Second.” Purple scoffed, their face now completely covered to the brim with gingerbread-flavored lip balm.
“Anytime my pookie wookie gummy wummy bear.”
“Stop It.”
“What you don’t like the nicknames? Is there something else you might like~?”
“Id like It If you’d stop bugging me how’s that?” Purple said, trying to Ignore their growing heart rate as Second began to nuzzle their face In between the crevice of their friend's neck.
“Hmph…I mean If that's how you wanna be then I guess I can just leave you to your violin practi-.”
“NO-! I mean…N…No that’s fine.”
“That’s what I thought…I love you.” Second said, looking sincerely Into Purple's eyes as Purple themselves did the same.
“…I love you more…So fucking much…You and Red and Blue and whatever…”
“…”
“…Why the Hell are you looking at me like that…Say something-?!” Purple ordered, their lips quivering with embarrassment at their cheesy words.
“…And done. Sorry, I just had to record you saying that so the guys and I can tease you about It when they get home.”
“𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝘼-.”
“…Babe…Why does your face smell like freshly cooked gingerbread?” Yellow asked as the two coincidently were making gingerbread men while the others were watching a football game.
“…I uh- I fell. Me and Second were making a batch ourselves before you all came back.
“Yeah, you “fell” Hard alright, hard for us.”Second swooned with a smug expression as Purple looked over at them, mortified.
“…I’m not even going to ask.” Yellow snickered, admiring Purple's pissed-off expression as the two continued to make gingerbread men together. Shoulder to shoulder.
“We made out If that’s what your wondering.”
“…Oh-!”
“SECOND I'M GOING TO 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 YOU.” Purple suddenly shouted, throwing the frosting onto the ground as they began to chase Second with a wooden spoon around the living room as the others started cheering the pair on. Clearly forgetting about the football game In front of them as Second now ran for dear life.
Oh, what a Christmas this was bound to be.