After a sudden lack of shirts and an even more sudden urge, you had foolishly decided to steal Wukong's shirt. You thought everything was fine and dandy for a few days, up until Wukong himself showed up on your apartment balcony, balancing on the rails and peering in through the glass doors and at you.

You opened the sliding glass door, and then Wukong spoke.

"Heya, bud... So, mind telling me where my shirt is?"

Wukong asked, tilting his head at you with a slightly deadpan expression, not exactly amused at you stealing from him. Though, it's not like Wukong was really all that affected by the loss...