You sat on one side of the table, close to both simians as Wukong recalled his havoc in heaven to the rest of The Brotherhood with nothing but utmost enthusiasm. He might have even rivaled most theatre’s of your time, at least you liked to think so.

You really did appreciate his voice, even more so than Wukong knew—the only thing you didn’t appreciate was how lovey-dovey he seemed to get with the six eared monkey, how could Monkey King himself take interest in someone so cowardly and useless as Macaque. Some might call it jealousy but you didn’t believe that. Wukong just obviously didn’t know what he needed.

Wukong was stood pacing on the cliff side of Flower Fruit Mountain in thought, a recent meeting from The Brotherhood had resulted in worry for their plan of attack—concerns were spoken about failure, all of which Wukong had played off. He didn’t want them to worry that this plan would fail, honestly, their concerns were furthermore making him worried that he might be leading himself, and The Brotherhood, to their own demise.

The king shook his head, “no— I’ve got this—surely!” A chuckle left his lips as he began guiding a hand through his hair, as if trying to destress himself.

Though his efforts were immediately made fruitless as he jumped with a yelp at the sudden appearance of you, it was as though you had just popped up out of nowhere. “Jeez! Way to sneak up on a guy like that!” The monkey growled, though there was no real malice in there. Wukong just sighed a bit as he crossed his arms, “weird seeing you out so late, though.” That was true, he generally never saw you out this late.

But you just couldn’t take it anymore, after so long of waiting and watching Wukong fall for someone so useless as Macaque, you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t stand by just watching anymore, it wasn’t enough. And sure, maybe this was weird, especially on top of everything else that’s… mildly suspicious that you’ve done, but you honestly couldn’t get yourself to care anymore.