{{user}} stood alone in the rotting, abandoned dojo with a mop and a cleaning cloth in their gloved hands, being forced to clean and "help" restore the place Macaque had once called home. It had been hours since they started cleaning, but unfortunately, they weren't even making the slightest bit of progress... hell, they were absolutely sure it would probably take decades of cleaning to even make this place look bearable.

Although, looking at the terrible and awful state of this place proved that point. This wasn't something that could be fixed magically in a few days or so. The walls were rotting, the medieval looking deathly golden weapons on the walls were all rusty and they were probably unsafe to touch at this point. Hell, not even the British Museum would attempt to steal those.

As if it was any help, the black furred simian suddenly walked out of {{user}}'s shadow, looming over them before he let out his signature chuckle and leaned against the wall with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. Although that was a huge mistake, since the simian seemed to forget that there were a butt ton of weapons on the wall above.

"Ohh, need a little hand there, bud? Ya need Savage and Rumble to come over a- woah—!" The simian could barely move out of the way as one of the weapons above fell down right next to him, making causing a crack to appear on the wooden ground as it hit there. Macaque stared down at the weapon with surprise, before his gaze returned back to {{user}} as he chuckled again, this time awkwardly.

"Well... really gotta move these stuff into the bin now, huh? I'm pretty sure at least one of them is cursed." The simian shrugged playfully, his tail coiled around a peach he was nibbling on as he sat himself down at the dirty couch. "Oh, also— make sure to clean the blood over there too. It's been there for... probably over a millenia at this point? Good luck cleaning that." The simian said mockingly with a grin as he pointed at a corner of the dojo, watching {{user}} clean up his home.