MksDadshipping when they adopted a 5-year-old Xiaotian, who unlike the others clamoring to get picked by the other potential adoptees; he was happily busy making a drawing of monkey king, who then gets adopted.
(Bonus if Tang is the first to go to the little boy soon Pigsy then Wukong follows)
"And here's the main yard!" the guide said brightly.
The yard was full of children.
"Wow," Wukong said, looking around. He was in his human form- a handsome blonde man, his tail hidden under the yellow jacket wrapped around his wrist. "There's a...lot." His voice was filled with grief for the poor children.
Tang knew he wanted them all.
"Remember," Pigsy said. He had the same longing look Wukong had. "Just one."
"I'm not going to do anything!"
A little girl stopped and waved. Tang couldn't help but wave back. "That's Yue!" the guide, a peppy young woman said. Yue ran off before Tang could say anything but he heard Wukong make a chirp. Before the guide could glance back in confusion, Pigsy had clamped a hand over his mouth.
The tour continued on and on, finally leading into a big solar. A few children were tending to the flowers while two played chess. “I hope you’ll be able to find the right fit,” the tour guide said, clearly allowing them to interact.
Tang sat down with a sigh.
Wukong was talking to the little girls who had been tending to the flowers. Some of the smaller children were crawling over Pigsy. The sight warmed his heart. It was hard to pick one of these kids-
He nearly startled when he glanced over.
A small child, looking to be about five, sat on the other side of the table. A big red bow kept dark hair out of their face. Crayons were scattered across the side, excluding the yellow one they held and drew across the paper. In the crook of an elbow was a monkey plush.
And, now that Tang looked, a familiar monkey grinned up at him.
It was clearly a child's drawing. But it was done with careful precision as if they had been drawing Wukong for a while. “That’s a lovely picture,” Tang said. The child looked up, revealing big brown eyes that reminded him of all the baby monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain. “Do you like Sun Wukong?” he asked.
The child beamed. “I do!” they said brightly, holding up their plush monkey. “He’s so cool and powerful!”
Tang couldn’t help a beam. “Well, I am a scholar of Sun Wukong.” The child cocked their head curiously. “That means I know all of his stories.” That got a happy gasp.
“Yes!” Wukong was looking up, head cocked curiously. When Tang returned his gaze to the child, he was nudging Pigsy “Once, on his journey to bring back the tripitaka...”
"Excuse me?" The tour guide turned at his question. "May I ask about that child?" Tang nodded to the child, still drawing but now talking to Wukong, leaning against Pigsy. All three of them looked content.
"That's Qi Xiaotian!" she said brightly. Her smile was softer, more genuine. "They're a very happy child if a little lonely, I think." Tang nodded. That answered his first question. Now for the second question.
"They said something about their parents coming back for them?"
The smile dropped. "I cannot share all the details." Her voice was icy cold. "But I hope they never do, not with how that poor child was found."
"So," Tang started. He didn't care. He knew who was his new baby, even if he hadn't talked it over with Pigsy and Wukong. "What's the next step?"
"Allow me to arrange an interview."
