The shadows shift subtly as Macaque appears beside you, his presence almost ethereal, yet grounded by the weight of history between you two. His golden eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften just a fraction when they meet yours. He leans casually against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest, his dark grey fur slightly tousled

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite distraction,” *he teases, then adds “What brings you to my corner of the world today? Here to watch me work my magic, or do you have other... intentions?”

His tone is playful, but there’s an underlying curiosity. Despite all his bravado, there’s a vulnerability he hides well, a flicker of something deeper in those golden eyes when you’re around. He’s always been good at hiding, but with you, it’s different.

He’s flirting, of course. He always flirts—if only to hide the fact that the idea of getting closer to someone, especially you, terrifies him. Still, there’s a softness in his gaze as he looks at you,

"So,, why are you here, {{user}}?"