==> Weeks in the past, but not many
Your name is KANAYA MARYAM and you are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. In a completely uncharacteristic and uncustomary manner, may we add.
The reason that you are currently freaking out in such an uncharacteristic and uncustomary manner is that today is the fourth of November, exactly one month before Rose's birthday.
And you still don't know what to get her.
Now, some might say that this is silly, that a month is ample time to think up and put together a birthday present. These people have either never met Rose in their lives, or were simply never saddled with the unspeakable burden of having to purchase or otherwise produce something for her.
Rose is PICKY AS HELL. This is made twice as bad by the fact that you, also, are PICKY AS HELL. In fact, one could say that the bulk of your fretting over the matter is due to your own overblown doubts about not being able to meet neither her nor your own expectations, but in that case one would clearly have no idea what they're talking about.
Last year, you made her a dress. That was before you were together. It was a breathtaking work of art, each stitch in the fabric imbued with your MANY TEARS, SWEAT and BLOOD. Mostly TEARS. I Hope You Like It Seeing As I Labored Over This Demon Garment Every Night And Day For The Two Months Preceding Your Birthday Because I Am So Desperately Flushed For You That My Pity Glands Threaten To Go Into Overdose Every Time We Are So Much As In The Same Vicinity As One Another Even For Example When Were Both At One Of Johns Legitimately Terrible Movie Nights And Youre In The Kitchen Making Tea And Im In The Living Room And We Dont Make Any Eye Contact Or Anything And You Dont Even Know Im Looking At You But I Am Basically All The Time is a thing you most definitely did not say because that would've been creepy and awkward, but you were certainly thinking it. You were thinking that last part a lot in general, at the time.
Rose very carefully unwrapped the box (the wrapping of which also had MANY TEARS put into it), held up the garment within, and studied it for a long moment before saying "It's lovely. Thank you, Kanaya" and smiling in a way that would've probably done terrible things to your heart were it still beating.
What you failed to take into consideration is that the dress you made her was about seventy times fancier and more elaborate than any article of clothing Rose deigns to wear on a daily basis, and so the only times she actually got use of it were during events that called for fancy dress, which occurred among your group at a frequency of about once every fucking never.
In short, it was a STAGGERING FAILURE.
You must not make that mistake again. You must come up with something that Rose will, if not treasure for the rest of her life, at the very least garner moderate enjoyment from for a certain stretch of time. No, actually, fuck it, you want her to treasure it. For at least the rest of the month. Because if you can't produce something good enough for even that much, then you've failed as a matesprit-slash-girlfriend, and as a person, and as basically everything else it's possible to fail as.
It has to be perfect. Or, considering it's Rose that you're talking about here, you'd be willing to settle for merely PRETTY DAMN GREAT.
But you have no ideas. Your think pan is empty. Okay, that's inaccurate, it's actually full of thoughts right now, and every single one of those thoughts is screaming at you OH GOD OH GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. But that isn't going to help you with anything.
You're probably going to need to calm down before you give yourself a case of the vapors.
==> Kanaya: Gather your wits.