It’s not often that a cozy day like this comes around. Not for Macaque, at least- he once spent all his time brooding, seething, scheming.

But an olive branch was extended to him not too long ago- from the hand of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, to boot.

On the condition that Macaque: gave MK back the power he stole, apologized to those he had injured and helped repair the leveled Dragon Palace of the East Sea, Wukong would give him a room.

He had done none, and Wukong had caved anyways.

“Bud? What’s got you looking all grumpy?” The Monkey King asks, his tail lazily swishing around. It’s gone all fluffy in the sunlight, puffed with warmth. “You eat something bad?” He gently teases, a smile quirking his lips just enough to reveal glittering fangs.

Caught in soothing sunlight, Sun Wukong’s gone all still for the comfort of lounging, keeping himself in one spot. It’s not common to see him as rest, but- the simian’s grown so relaxed that he’s unconsciously dropped a glamour Macaque didn’t know he had-

And revealed a massive spread of golden freckles, each one sparkling in the light as though someone flicked glittering dust across his skin.