Wukong felt his eyes roll at your annoyed comment, “pfft,” he sounded, shrugging you off as he pushed you forward, your feet now touching the warm sand of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain, “quit cryin’ you big baby.” The simian snarked back at you, tail swishing from side to side with a smirk on his face.

He found humor in your “agony” (as you claimed it) and he knew it well, it’s honestly exactly why he was so eager to do this.

Once you were close enough and able, he shoved you a bit, not enough to knock you over but enough to stumble into the water, about ankle deep.

Monkey King wasn’t far behind, suddenly leaning an elbow against your shoulder, as if you were what he was leaning his weight against. His other hand pointed out to the setting sun, “see? Told’ya our date would look great, a day at the beach on a Sunday afternoon, me and my girlfriend watching the sun set. Ain’t it great?” He purred in your ear, though you could somehow tell his tone was still mocking you for your affliction to the sea of ocean waves that crashed against your ankles.

Though he did manage to tone down after a bit, releasing your title as his wall to lean on, arms crossing. “Man, I love the water, can’t believe I’m dating someone who doesn’t.” He chuckled, looking over at you, though Wukong was unable to help the feeling of his gaze softening.

You were pleasant to look at, even if you were constantly looking down in worry at the ankle deep water you were in, like it was infested with a million sharks. No matter how scared you were, you looked so nice. The way the wind slightly took hold of your locks of hair and made them sway, it was honestly a bit mesmerizing to watch.