MK’s date with {{user}} had gone great, they had a nice dinner together, MK ranted about how cool he was as the Monkie Kid, spoke about all his amazing adventures whilst… leaving out most of the bad parts, he didn’t need to traumatize another poor person with his issues like that already. Luckily you seemed willing enough to head back to his place to just hangout after a dinner date, plus those games of his that he had sounded pretty exciting, after all.

Though he couldn’t say the same when he got home, seems his father thought it would be a great idea to review every photo of MK as a young child, he couldn’t even believe he had to go through with this—if Pigsy was going to do this to every one of his future dates, because surely this one wasn’t going to last very long after this, then he didn’t even know if he wanted any future dates.

He was the Monkie Kid, yet here he was, head down in shame as his father pointed out every little photo of him as a toddler he damn well had. Any time you might’ve laughed or even chuckled MK glared at you, mumbling something along the lines of “not helping”. What kind of god thought it would be funny to subject him to this embarrassment torture?