Hello! I would love to request Macaque x cub reader where he raising them and the reader is a little jewelry and appearance obsessed sweetheart who also views Wukong as a uncle (after Wukong imprisonment they were caught and put in a sleep that stopped their aging and after the LBD Wukong found them and gave them back to Macaque! Platonic of course
💜🌙 To Raise a Cub — Macaque & Cub!Reader HCs 🌙💜
Genres: [platonic/familial] fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
- Macaque initially found your gravitation towards jewelry to be amusing. Seeing you coo and babble at shiny gems and ornaments made him smile to no end. He'd frequently snatch artifacts from Wukong's dojo whenever you two visited so you'd always have more to keep
- It only really became worrying when he started to be super conscious about how small most jewlery is, constantly making sure you're not trying to eat a ring or small chain. He eventually only started giving you super chunky jewelry that you couldn't possibly swallow instead, but he still watched you extremely close
- He liked to talk to you while you looked in a mirror so you could happily babble to yourself as he gently told you many soft compliments, about how you were the most perfect cub he could've ever had and how he was always so proud of you
- He was slightly less enthusiastic as he noticed how close you were to Wukong. He still allowed you to visit him, of course, but not without snarking at the king endlessly and being petty towards him
- Wukong loved introducing you to every single Flower Fruit Mountain monkey that would come up while you hang out, which is usually pretty easy since they tend to cling to Macaque whenever he's outside
- Macaque always lectures Wukong very thoroughly when it comes to taking care of you. Wukong can't help but mentally log how intensely protective Macaque is, but he can understand the angle. He was secretly proud his old brother managed to be responsible enough to take care of you so well
- Macaque knows that he likely feeds into how much you tend to be focused on appearance seeing as he's constantly calling you the best cub he's ever seen and letting you have all the (safe) jewelery you could ever want. But he doesn't plan to stop that anytime soon. Ever since Wukong gave you to him and he saw your fuzzy face and wide eyes, he knew immediately he'd never seen anything more adorable. His heart melted seeing you well and vibrant, and he felt his love grow back tenfold
- He'll always let you use some of his clothes to do little modeling shoots, especially his scarf that he's fond of swaddling you in. He even offered to make you mini leather armor to mimic his own so you could match
- He's mostly good at shadow puppets that he conjures with his powers, but eventually he did pick up a small habit of making felt toys for you to play with. He used the sewing skills he learned to make you all your own outfits, including letting you pick the colors and patterns
- Macaque is a kinda vain guy himself, so he's got absolutely no problem with showering you with as many gifts and trinkets that he can steal find for you. Anything for the kid that gave him a new life, to make sure you always feel safe and loved no matter what
Pairing: Wukong & afab!monkey!Reader
Rating: SFW
Summary: Trying to sneak out of having a bath is impossible when your grandpa can sniff out your funk.
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, wholesome stuff, gremlin behavior, grooming/preening.
Word Count: 800+ words
On the flower fruit mountain, there were a plethora of monkeys across the mountain/island. A particular monkey, who looked no bigger than the usual monkey that hung around the mountain, crawled on the forest floor with their tail swishing in the air. Their eyes shifted left to right, their hands feeling carefully around the moist dirt and used their tiny feet to propel themselves forward.
The mud, pebbles, and leaves began caking their furry body as they continued army crawling to reach the break in the treeline. Just a few more seconds and you would be in the clear and ready to sneak off to the beach, all a part of your plan to spend the rest of your day making the largest sand castle there ever was. Too bad you couldn't rope MK into helping you, but he was the last thing on your mind at the moment.
Right, you needed to focus on escaping your-
"And where do you think you're going, young lady?"
Aw shucks.
You attempted to flee but a tail snaked around your ankle and yanked you up into the air. You hung upside down, scratching and clawing at the air as you slowly rotated in the older monkey's clutch.
"Pa, lemme-lemme down!" You shrieked.
"Not until you explain why you were sneaking' around and avoiding your much needed bath," Wukong, who happens to be your very annoying grandpa, pulled a face as he leaned forward to sniff you and gagged.
"I took one yesterday!"
"Your yesterday could be another person's week," Wukong raised an unimpressed brow as you began to chew on his tail to break free. "Let's go, kiddo, you're taking a bath one way or another."
"Ughhh, noooo!" You wailed as your grandpa summoned his cloud. Just as he was about to lower you on to it, you batted the dirt you managed to grab earlier and aimed for his eyes.
"Wha-? HEY!" Wukong spat and sputtered the dirt that managed to enter his mouth. His hands failed to snatch your rolling form from escaping. "Get back here!"
"Oh, you're gonna be in so much trouble when I find you!" Was the last thing you heard as you scampered off.
Despite your smaller body, your inherited strength and energy made it easier to put a lot of distance between yourself and your grandpa. You laughed triumphantly as you leapt from a tree and reached for a vine to swing to another branch.
You flung yourself in the air before landing on a high branch, sticks and other pieces of the forest tangled in your wild mane as you glanced over your shoulder to carefully examine any sign that the older simian was on your tail. You snorted smugly as you raised your tail high before reaching for the branch above your head only to grab something leather-y. You looked up and found your grinning grandfather knelt on the very branch you were going to grab.
"Boo."
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
It's safe to say that you ended up back in the cave with your grandpa dunking your stinky self into the nearest bed of water while he gathered the rest of the stuff he'll need to tame your messy appearance. As his fingers worked through the knots and twists in your hair, you hissed and attempted to move your head away from his hands only to be guided back by his tail.
"Sit still," Wukong sternly demanded as he moved your hands away from reaching up to your head. You only pouted in response, but overtime the gentle combing and scratches made your head droop to the side as you nearly dozed off a couple of times. Yet, you would always fight it off and remain glowering at the reflection of your grandpa in the soapy water.
"Don't look so gloomy, peaches," Your grandpa snickered as you blew a bubble away from your face. Wukong plucked a stick from your hair and flicked it away, "Look, we're almost done and I'll give you something sweet after, 'kay?"
You grumbled something before lifting your arms so your grandfather could take you out. You dropped your head on his shoulder as you were wrapped in a towel and placed in Wukong's lap. Wukong noticed your stillness as he rubbed the towel against your mane, squeezing gently and massaging the rest of the water off your body.
Hearing the soft snores coming from you brought a smile to his face. The monkey king gently cradled you against his chest, wishing you the best of dreams you could ever have.
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OK this is the first time im asking but..can write (Macaque, Wukong, Dbk &pif, Peng and Mayor) with a teen tomboy reader who looks like fully like their father who is a No.1 boxer. One at night the parents relise reader isn't home. And went to find teen!reader fighting some guys who tried to rob their home. AND LITTERLY KILLS THEM FOR THEIR PARENTS. how would the parents react.
Are they going to be proud?
I'm just going to be very quirk with this lol.
Wukong? Not thrilled that you killed someone though is happy you can defend yourself.
Macaque is over the moon and will get you icecream.
Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan are the same. Thrilled.
Peng is upset someone attacked you but is happy you kill them. Will not help you hide the body though.
Mayor will hide the body and call it a bonding experience.
- MK absolutely loads up on snacks. Like I'm talking whole MOUNTAIN of junk food to keep you all fed, and Mei only adds to it by insisting on more and more ideas of what to load up on
- They dared you to watch a scary movie cause they kept poking fun and saying it was gonna be sooo terrifying. They tried to be all sly and say you could hang onto them if you got scared, but it just ended with them both curled around you and clutching you tightly for emotional support
- MK somehow ate half of the mountain of food because Mei dared them to. They ended up having a horrible stomach ache when they woke up the next morning
- Mei then proceeded to eat the other half and she got a terrible stomach ache as well. She grabbed your sleeve to dramatically lament about how in her time of need you'd have to care for the oh so sick and frail
- Mei painted all your nails, she made sure the color would match too so you could all show them off together. She usually doesn't wear any color other than black but for besties it's a special occasion
- You tried to bake something at like 3AM with them and they tried so hard to keep quiet but the stove somehow caught fire. You all panicked and kept failing to put it out, and Pigsy eventually woke up and had to fix it while being barely awake
- "Do you guys think we should get matching tattoos?"
"Won't Pigsy get all mad?"
"Nah he doesn't have to know" (he absolutely will)
- They had the idea of a pillow fight which was all fun and games until somehow the TV nearly got flung out the window-
- They somehow have more chaotic ideas the deeper they get into the night, like Mei asking if you guys should do a late night grocery run specifically to freak out the cashier with her and MK's demon powers
- They try to say they're gonna stay up all night but end up falling asleep in a heap with you, both sprawled out over you or cuddling in tightly like the world's most clingy octopi
- Macaque remembered your affinity for all things pretty and shiny well. He often mentioned it to you, teasing you in little ways about how he'd used to have to hide shiny objects from you in an almost airtight box
- As you grew, he kept feeding into your affinity. You were his most precious gem after all, why shouldn't you be allowed to have all the prettiest things in the world? It was a small price, really, especially cause he didn't pay for a single thing he gifted you
- He took a little bit of pride in keeping your favorite vanity mirror clean, knowing that he was helping the upkeep of something that kept you happy
- When he got better with sewing, he became the guy to basically make all your outfits. He took a lot of pride in seeing your eyes light up and a smile on your face whenever he finished a piece for you
- Wukong has told him several times that he's spoiling you, but Macaque would always aim back with that was the intention. You were his kid, his only kid. He was determined to keep you happy, because he lived a life knowing almost nothing but anger and fear
- That being said, he isn't one to coo or coddle much like he did when you were very young. He treats you with the respect and maturity that comes with your age, being a doting but ultimately fair father who still keeps some information about himself as far from you as possible
- His affection may have shifted to being much more subtle, but it's as strong as ever. He likes to talk to you more, really engage with you as he helps you fit on an outfit for the day. Nothing will ever diminish his pride for his cub, but he does gently instill in you a sense of responsibility
- Before he knows it he does turn into one of those dads that watches what you wear carefully. He trusts you, absolutely, but the many years he spent hearing you lecture him about clothes turned him into a liiittle bit of a critic
- He has critized others with the methods you taught him, mostly to Wukong to be honest. The King still sees you frequently and is always extremely confused when Macaque starts insulting the hells out of his outfit of the day no matter what he does
- Macaque shows his care by making sure your beloved trinkets are always clean, fixing anything that breaks or tears, and keeping them all in their place. He takes it all as seriously as his own belongings
Hi- I was wondering if I could request separate Wukong and Macaque headcanons for a reader who forgets to do important stuff? Not like work stuff or anything like that- but like- vital stuff? Like sometimes they forget to eat or sleep or take care of themselves properly. It’s not that they don’t want to, they just forget sometimes. But with their friends and people they care about, they never forget. Always reminding the group to eat and rest and stay hydrated while pushing their own needs to the side?
only if your comfortable doing this of course!
Pairing: Wukong, Macaque & gn!Reader
Rating: SFW
Warnings/Tags: Y'know the drill, fluff, brief mentions of starvation, lack of sleep, and some crack from you-know-who.
Word Count: 500+ words
🍜 - didn't know if you wanted romantic or not, but I guess you can decide for yourselves if want it to be either or!
WUKONG
☀️ At first, Wukong thought you were playing some long con joke. I mean, there's no way you could forget to take care of a few important factors in your small, mortal life? I mean, even he knew not to miss a meal or nap if he could help it!
☀️ However, Wukong managed to witness it himself whenever he had the opportunity to visit PIgsy's shop. You seemed fairly normal, save for the heavy dark bags under your eyes and the way you took a few seconds to reply to anyone, but overtime Wukong could tell you hadn't slept a wink last night.
☀️ He'd bring it up in a joking manner, and when you sheepishly reveal that you forgot, his joking tone would turn into that typical older brother tone and remind you about the importance of sleep and how your body is a temple yadda yadda yadda.
☀️ After it happened a few more times, Wukong would feel a bit exasperated ESPECIA-FUCKING-LY when you would remind MK or Mei to get enough sleep or eat their meals on time.
☀️ Literally would be like, "Oh, you're one to talk." or "Are you sure you aren't reminding yourself to do these things?"
☀️ At this point, he's gonna bully you into remembering.
☀️ Overall, underneath all the teasing and playful gestures of him forcing food into your mouth–Wukong is worried about your forgetfulness, even if you don't mean to forget.
MACAQUE
🌙 Assuming that the two of you tolerate each other to be above the acquaintance stage, he wouldn't care at first. I mean, people normally forget to do things in favor of other responsibilities–and he wasn't your warden, so who was he to remind you to take care of yourself? Plus, with how often you remind the others to eat and drink water, he assumed you were on top of your shit.
🌙 Oh, how wrong he was.
🌙 Macaque didn't think he'd end up being the one to supervise how much you ate, drank, and slept without your knowing. Without being obvious, he'd sometimes slip a cup of water in your general vicinity, an apple here and there, or even kidnap you and bind you to your bed until you closed those annoying eyes of yours.
🌙 You were very…persistent in your forgetfulness that Macaque stopped keeping an eye on you just to see what would happen.
🌙 Well, you passed out in the middle of the street due to dehydration.
🌙 Never again.
🌙 Anyway, he learned to not stress himself out with this problem as he turned to MK to take over his duties as your 'mom.'
🌙 From time to time he'll check up on you, but he'll keep his distance unless the situation calls for him to step in and make sure you're safe.
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Warnings/Tags: Pre-S2E7, implied/referenced child neglect, cussing, implications of sewer slide, starvation, angst, hurt/comfort.
Word Count: 2400+ words
It was raining. Thick, heavy droplets of condensed water from the sky wept upon the earth as the darkening clouds above kept the sun from witnessing the scene. Amidst the bleak atmosphere of Megapolis, a hooded figure rushed through the opaque curtain of rain as steam rose from the gutters.
That hooded figure didn't stop as they maneuvered through the alleyways and rooftops, scaling the buildings and traveling the road less taken.
The streets of the coastal city changed from the shining lights of the city to the gloom-ridden slums. Approaching a building, the mysterious person squeezed into a crack in the boarded window.
The crack itself, small and jagged with sharp splits in the wood, wouldn't have fit an adult. It suited someone of a smaller stature—someone like a young adolescent or toddler. Or perhaps, a malnourished teen.
Once in the safety of the building's looming shadows, then, and only then, did the hood-donning person stop and pull back their soaked hood to reveal your face.
There was a lack of light that once burned with a hearty warmth in your eyes. The chilliness of the approaching night nipping at your dried lips and sunken cheeks reminded you of your drenched hoodie clinging to your sweat coated skin.
You peeled the hoodie from your body and chucked it carelessly in the corner. You shuffled over to the little makeshift bed you crafted and fell face first into it. A grumbling noise roared from your stomach and pressing your hand to settle the beast called hunger did nothing to ease its cries.
Was it Wednesday? Sunday? Or perhaps it was three days ago since you've eaten? It was hard to keep track of such things when you were too busy focusing on retrieving the last of your items from your home-...your previous home.
Your eyes stung with the familiar lump forming in your throat as you recalled the reason you were in this abandoned building in the first place.
You couldn't recall what the argument was about, but all you could remember was the overwhelming sensations of rage that boiled beneath your skin, eating away at your heart and gnawing on your veins.
Unfair, unfair, not true, that wasn't fair-
The whispers egged you on, vindicating the very thoughts that swarmed in your mind.
Then the next thing you knew, your guardians were staring at you in horror from across the crater with what was the living room's couch split in two.
After that incident, more things started to happen that drove the wedge deeper between your guardians and yourself. These weird…abilities of yours only showed up when you wished them away the most, yet without fail they appeared every time you were under distress and that was practically all the time.
These damned emotions of yours were hard to control, especially when you needed help the most during this time but ended up driving everyone away.
Your grades start slipping, your friends begin distancing themselves from you, rumors begin, your guardians couldn't even look you in the eye—and worst of all you can't blame them. You were a danger to everything and everyone around you.
Nobody wanted to deal with your mess and you deserved it.
Burden. Annoying. Waste of space. Monster.
You exhaled softly, your bottom lip quivering as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye. Curling into yourself more as you buried your face in your knees, trying to keep your emotions at bay as the wisps of shadows flickered around your body—twisting and curling around you like a protective blanket.
You couldn't make sense of why these powers of yours showed up. Neither the research you did, trips to the library, or your guardians (not like they were of any help anymore) provided any answers.
It was obvious that the only solution to keep everyone safe was to put an end to all of this.
…
..
.
You were too cowardly to go through with it, despite everything that has happened.
So, you decided to run away.
No one could get hurt if you kept to yourself. So far, this plan has worked.
CRASH-!
You jumped from your bed as the wisps of shadows swish wildly. They grew faster than wild grass to attack whatever had crashed through the window. You couldn't see if your tendrils landed on their target, but after a few seconds they were smacked away as something large flew out of the darkness and was heading toward you.
Your reflexes and tendrils were too slow to the shadowy figure that slammed into you. Something warm and fuzzy wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe and their pointed nails dug into your skin enough to draw blood.
You gasped and clawed at the hand keeping you pinned. Your eyes began to water faster as your vision blurred, the lack of oxygen added onto the fact you hadn't had any food in the last few days made you weak.
Perhaps this was your punishment, your guardians may have hired someone to take you out once and for all.
With this in mind, your attempts at getting free slowed as you stared into your captors glow-y purple eyes, then closing them as you fell limp to accept your destiny.
"...wait…you're a kid?"
The next thing you knew, you were tossed out of your bed and onto the floor. The remaining amount of air within you was knocked out the moment you landed on the ground. Coughing and wheezing, you gently held a hand to your bruising throat, wincing at the dull ache beginning to form.
"...tsk, and here I thought some lowlife demon decided to squat in my place," The voice continued.
You glanced up from the ground and tilted your head at the figure.
"Wh..who are…?"
The figure seemed to have glanced in your direction, given by the way you saw the outline of their head turn to you.
"Oh, right." The figure snapped their fingers and soon the room was bathed in dark purple light provided by the burning, purple flames lit up from the chandelier above.
"Better?" The figure–monkey, grinned at you.
You squinted at the stranger who stood before you, questions rushing through your mind at the display of power he had demonstrated. Why did it seem so familiar?
Whatever it was, you couldn't exactly pinpoint why you felt that way since your brain slowly processed why/how there was a monkey communicating with you. Then it hit you all at once.
"Monkey King-?"
"No, no, but I get it…we look the same and all–ahem!" The monkey coughed into his fist. "Anyway, the names Macaque, the Six Eared Macaque is my full name."
"Nice to meet you," You rasped, your eyes downcast as you moved to sit up. "Sorry for intruding… but I need to stay until the rain passes and then I'll leave for good. I promise."
Macaque raised a brow before squatting in front of the pitiful teen. His eyes quickly took in the appearance of the boy who looked worse for wear.
The teen looked like he had seen better days and that was coming from someone who came back to life a few weeks ago.
The kid seemed harmless enough, the monkey had thought. However…
"Sure, sure, now are you gonna tell me about that cool party trick of yours or…?"
"Oh!" You remembered how your powers had attempted to harm Macaque. You jumped back and scooted away from the monkey. "I-I for-for…forgot! You need to stay away from me! I might..I could..I don't wanna hurt you…"
"No, you…you don't understand, I-'' Your stomach decided it was time to make its presence known as it growled.
"-You're hungry? Hm, well, you are technically a guest," Macaque cut in as he grinned at your feeble attempts to hide the noise coming from your belly. "Wait here, kiddo, I'll be back."
It didn't take long for Macaque to return with two plastic bags of takeout.
The savory aroma of steam wafting from the bag that was handed to you made your hands tremble as you began digging into the meal. Macaque plopped down next to you as he opened his own bag as his brow rose in mild concern and amusement as you tore into the noodles.
"Slow down or you'll-"
Your cheeks bulged as you leaned forward to cough out a piece of noodle that fell down the wrong pipe.
"-choke." Macaque sighed.
"Sorry."
"No worries, but…you haven't eaten in a while, have you?" Macaque twiddled with the chopsticks, his eyes straying from his bowl to look at your side profile. "Why is that?"
"I…um, ran away," You admitted. This guy was nice enough to buy you food and provide shelter. Why shouldn't you trust him a little?
Macaque hummed, urging you to continue.
"It's a long story, but I ran away because of…um, well, I'm-" You found it harder to articulate everything you've experienced so far—but you somehow managed to spill everything. Something about the tragedy of it all made you realize that this was now your reality.
The tears that welled up from earlier began to fall down your face before you could stop them. Your breath hitched as something heavy landed on your shoulder, you flinched and looked at the hand before looking at Macaque.
"Your power…is that right?" Macaque guessed, his eyes shifted from your face to something below. That's when you noticed the small tendrils of shadows curling between the two of you, one of them even began poking against Macaque's thigh. "Those things that attacked me from before…hm, looks like me and you have a lot more in common than I thought."
"Huh?" You hiccuped as you brushed your arm across your damp face.
Macaque simply grinned before moving the cape of his scarf away to reveal a strange looking object. Before you could ask what it was, Macaque raised his hand in the air and the shadows created by the chandelier began to move in unnatural ways.
You watched in awe as Macaque manipulated the shadows into different shapes; a horse, a pig, and a dragon. You felt a smile creep up your face at the less-than-flattering shadow imitation of you running around the room.
"See?" Macaque lowered his hand and made the shadow puppets disappear as well as the glow from the lantern. "We're alike, you and I."
Your smile falters as the horrified expressions of your guardians appear. "No…we're not, you bring joy while I bring nothing but pain."
Macaque resisted the urge to scoff at the irony, but he figured he could at least entertain whatever else you had to say.
You wrapped your arms around your knees and pressed your face into them. "Your powers are cool and mine? Uncontrollable and dangerous…that's why I ran away."
"Well-...I could do a lot more than that, but I thought showing you something like this would be better than messing up my home even more," Macaque stood up and offered his hand to you. Your gaze flickered between his hand and face before reaching out to take it. The moment your fingers touched, a burst of energy knocked you back before you could even see what it was.
Your gasp was caught in your throat as what held you against the wall was none other than your tendril…but it wasn't? You followed where the ribbon-like tendril led to and found Macaque staring at you with a shit-eating smirk.
"See? What did I tell ya?" Macaque stalked over to your pinned form step by step. His hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned down to your level. "You aren't the only one who can be capable of mass destruction, kid…but at least I have the sense to not trust the first guy who gives me a free meal."
You became aware of how tight the tendril around your throat was, yet it was either the adrenaline, lack of oxygen, or the deficiency of common sense that made you blurt out-
"Could you train me?"
Macaque blinked a few times before throwing himself back to rest on his tail as he laughed. The tendril loosening around your neck, causing you to fall on your ass.
"Train you? Tra-..pfft hahaha!"
"Can you stop?! Fine, I get it, you don't want to," You spat with crossed arms. Your cheeks felt scorching hot as his laughter began to intensify, the least that jerk could've said was no.
"Haha! Ha, heh…ha…okay, okay! I'm done," Macaque rubbed his chin as he gave your form a once over. "You sure are one of a kind, kid…asking the person who was about to kill you to train you is…heh–sorry, hilarious."
"You were gonna kill m-?"
"Anyway, I need to ask a few questions before I decide, think of this as an…" Macaque glanced around for a moment. "…interview! Wouldn't want to waste my time if it turns out you're not worth it, amirite?"
You nodded your head before the monkey began shooting question after question at you. Some of them were weird, like how many friends you had (none), do your parents know where you are (no), and stuff like that.
Macaque moved to sit on the ground after the 'interview' was done. There was nothing that he could lose if he did decide to take you in. You were ripe for the taking as you had no one else to rely on or any pesky friends to get in the way of him shaping you into the perfect little sidekick for his schemes.
There was always the possibility of you betraying him, but that would most likely be years down the line…yet Macaque noticed a growing darkness within you–and he wasn't referring to your powers. If you were already abandoned by the world just as he was, then who was he to turn a fellow lost cause away?
"Alright, here are the ground rules," Macaque shifted onto his feet and knocked his finger into your forehead a few times. You, in turn, swatted the offending hand away but the smile couldn't be wiped from your face even if you tried to make it go away.
"First rule, you will listen to everything I tell you to do."
"Ok!"
"Second, make sure to clean up after yourself, I'm not your dad and I am not anyone's babysitter."
"Of course!"
"Third, you gotta understand that I'm not your friend…if you truly want to learn how to control your powers and learn from me, you will undergo a lot of harsh, mind breaking and vigorous training…got that?"
"Mmhm!" You nodded.
"Finally…tell me your name," Macaque grinned.
You told him your name with gusto.
"Nice name, now, let's get some shut eye, yeah?" Macaque stretched his arms above his head before yawning. He waved a hand over his shoulder as he turned around to make his exit.
"O-oh, okay! See you in the morning!" You answered back before bouncing over to your bed and hurrying to get a head start on sleeping.
Seems like your days will get better from here on out. Hopefully.
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