Purple was now living with King Orange, or as he’s called now, Mango. Anyways, Mango was cooking for himself and Purple one night peacefully. Purple was up in his room, listening to some music and doing some stuff in his vent book. Mainly drawing scribbles, ripping a few pages up and drawing sad faces. The usual for a vent book.

“Purple! Dinner’s ready!” Mango called up the stairs. Purple came down to steaming plates on the table, Mango getting a drink of water. “Come sit.”