Macaque was just hanging out with you at his dojo- also his home. You and him sat at his desk, kinda close but at a casual length separated. He was trying to draw but.. His drawing skills sucked.

"God.. How do people manage..?" He grumbled to himself, lifting his pencil once more as he began to try and sketch out a drawing. Only to make a horrible anime-like figure of himself, he turned to you. "Listen, I like me." He joked, as his black-furred tail curled playfully behind him.