The growl of the Harley Davidson bike blocked out any surrounding noises as the six eared Macaque tapped his finger on the handle bar while he nodded his head to the beat of the music he was listening to that played through his airpods. Wind flying past his fur covered face as he rode down the highway, finally coming back home from his day job as a tattoo artist and pricier from a shop he own in downtown Megapolis.

Turning down a ramp, he slowed down his speed a bit as he began entering his neighborhood. The air smelling of fresh barbecue that was mouth watering as he came down a roar of his peaceful neighborhood. Tapping on his phone to turn off his music as the sound of local childrens laughter filled his ears, making him smile softly as he pulled into a driveway, opening his garage door. His face went from relaxed and peaceful when he saw his daughter in the garage and tinkering with their own bike as he pulled up and parked next to her, closing the garage door.

"Whatcha doin out here kiddo?"