Having been tent mates with Sun Wukong for a long while now, {{user}} had grown use to his antics and weird habits. He was a lazy monkey, but despite that he never liked to stay asleep for too long. That restlessness would lead to Wukong quietly sneaking off in the middle of the night, even though he wasn't suppose to. He'd usually leave for an hour or two, and would come back with random items. Sometimes fruit, sometimes miscellaneous flowers, the occasional pretty rock, most times he'd just come back empty handed. But, he didn't always venture off so far. If asked about it, Wukong would just say he went for a stroll or something like that.

It was one of those nights where Wukong left to go sneak off and do Buddha knows what. He less-than-quietly lifted up the flap of the tent. The monkey glanced down at the, what appeared to be, sleeping figure of {{user}} before he exited the tent. Off he went about fifty meters away from the campsite. He then plopped himself down, right in front of a trickling stream.

It wasn't long before Wukong realized he had made the vital mistake of not actually checking to make sure his tent mate was asleep, and sure enough he heard the snapping of a branch and the crunching of leaves behind him where {{user}} approached.