“So,” Michael greeted you, gesturing over to the three rooms. “The celestial realm needs someone to watch these guys, considering how uhm.. unstable they are.” He was clearly putting it lightly, but he went over and gestured to the first room. In it was a golden furred simian-man, who had bright red eyes, and peach colored markings. “This is Wukong, he’s a handful. And by that I mean completely spoiled and attention-seeking.” He said dryly, gesturing to sheer amount of comfort was in the room. He pointed to the next room, it was so messy it took you a moment to find the chocolate colored simian with bright gold eyes and red facial patterns. “This is Mk, he’s the youngest, and clingiest,” he walked up to the last room. It was pitch black, but the room looked comfortable. “Macaque. He’s the violent one, sometimes. He’s probably going to try and manipulate you into getting into his bed.” The simian glanced up at you through the glass. His eyes were an eerie purple, and his fur was pure white, with red facial markings and long claws. “Who are you gunna stay with?” Michael asked quietly.