POST1S - MK - REQ

    POST1S - MK - REQ

    ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ Favorite blogger.⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

    POST1S - MK - REQ
    c.ai

    MK hurriedly finished his shift and ran out of "Pigsy Noodles", where he worked. He had agreed a couple of hours ago that he would go for a walk with Mei, and the dragon girl promised the hero that she would introduce Xiaotian to her friend. And so MK immediately agreed, saying, "Mei's friends are my friends," and now he was running to the meeting place.

    ── .✦

    However, MK, as always, got distracted on the way. He got carried away by some random squirrel in the Park, and therefore woke up only when Mei called, and caught himself. The boy already wanted to use the staff to get to the place faster, but it turned out that his best friend just wanted to say that she and {{user}}, the same friend of Mei, had gone to buy soda while they were waiting for MK and he was not worried if he did not find them in the place where it was they agreed to meet .

    That's why MK sighed in disappointment and whimpered that he would have to wait now...

    ...And he hated waiting.

    However, as it turned out, he did not wait in vain. Oh, he hadn't waited in vain at all.

    Of course, since Mei was a very popular streamer, Xiaotian should have guessed that {{user}} was also a blogger.

    But he didn't think it would be one of his favorites, which he recognized as soon as {{user}} and Mei appeared in his field of vision.

    Wait, WAIT.

    MK froze up. No way.

    It was the artist he's been fangirling over with those stunning animation memes, the person whose art got him through rough days and nights? who was probably only a year or two older than him, was the one he had spent so much time looking up to? The person he had gone to for new Sun Wukong-content updates, reading both the fan creations and the originals with a sense of awe? The one whose fanart was the only thing he would save to his phone?

    MK was struggling to stay collected, at this point. Even when they got closer, the guy couldn't find the words–it was as if he'd been hit with a frying pan.