AN: Because this pairing is adorable, this table of prompts works wonderfully well with them, and I'm sick of the same four pairings again and again. It's time for some new pairings, some lighter content, and some cute, immature!Purple. (I know you're out there, Tallest Purple fans, and I shall not forsake your demographic.)

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Oh, he knew he was missing out on tormenting Zim - always fun, that, and even moreso in person - but it was so beautiful. The red sky peppered with pink clouds, as if the clouds were trying to reflect the sky. Kind of like how Zim acted tall, except the clouds were pretty and puffy instead of ugly and big headed. Gingerly sitting on a bench in what the Earthlings called a park (strange, as no one parked here at all!), he felt a moment of peace wash over him. Any time spent away from the Massive and all that paper work was time well spent in his mind.

Footsteps caused him to turn, but the human who stood before him was not short and annoying like the one at Zim's house. Rather, he was tall, and Purple's breath caught in his throat when he realized the human was actually taller than him. He waited for some sort of anger from the Tallest human, a rebuttal or annoyance someone was in his spot - for it was his spot, this private, tiny, out of the way piece of land. Purple could feel it; he'd intruded. Yet the black haired human merely paused. Watching Purple out the corners of his eyes, he walked over to the bench, and sat directly beside the ruler of the Irken empire.

Purple felt like a newborn smeet as he took in the details of the man. Thin, long, with glasses to protest his eyes, which he promptly removed to get a better look at the sunrise. His face was angular, rectangular and nearly Irken in shape. When the foreign Tallest caught him looking, he looked away, out to the red sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" the man said softly, and Purple nodded, the peaceful feeling returning. "Most people don't understand the beauty of simple things like this anymore."

"Yeah, not a lot of bright people on this planet-" Purple realized what he was saying. "Uh, I mean-"

"No, you're right." The man waved a hand, dismissively. "My name is Bill. And yours?"

"Purple," he chirped, and they sat back in silence.

He knew he had nothing to be shy about. He was the Almighty Tallest Purple of planet Irk, what could he do wrong? Yet he felt himself grinning stupidly, glancing back to the human's face. It was like being a happy, carefree Invader again. The tallness was just so beautiful on the other man. On anyone, really, height looked good, but the sheer length of everything made Purple giddy with joy. Bill was beautiful, and he appreciated stuff Red called stupid, and he shared his bench! The Tallest felt himself grin as he gazed upon the sunrise that had caused him to stay here in the first place. Content, he leaned into Bill's shoulder, feeling nothing short of glee when the other man smiled down at him.

It was official. Purple now loved the color red.