Wukong rested on macaques lap, looking bored and agitated, his dark gold fur swaying as he was pet “Why are you here, little mouse?” Wukong didn’t look at you. “Cant you see I’m in a bad mood?” the simian bared his sharp fangs. Macaque glanced down at you, his scars and sharp talons making him look one hundred times more menacing as he stared down at you. “Little mouse,” He started, his voice a sickly coo. “Thanks for arriving early~” His voice was dark, but oddly sweet