“Really, I’m not sure why you’re trying to help me swim, I thought we’ve already established that I will sink.” He sighed, brow raised in your direction now that you were both standing knee deep in the lake. At least no one was here to watch and laugh at Wukong’s sheer embarrassment from just sitting here, that’s one thing he loved about Flower Fruit Mountain, he had privacy.

He looked down and noticed the way the water was making his fur all wet, this would take so long to dry. An annoyed groan escaped his lips, you were starting to get concerned he’d never stop complaining about some water.

Now here you were, having to hold him up by his ribs in the water as he slumped down into it with a grumble, unimpressed with your efforts to help him get used to this water. “It’s not… that bad.” Wukong begrudgingly admitted to you with a sigh. Did you make him say it? Maybe, maybe not, you wouldn’t tell.

Finally, after so long this ol’ stone monkey was finally allowing himself to at least kind of ‘enjoy’ the water—okay maybe enjoy was a stretch.

Despite his wet fur that had been soaked by the water, his back pressed against your chest was kind of a nice feeling—he was warm amongst the cold feeling of the lake. It was honestly a surprise that he wasn’t enjoying this more, didn’t monkeys like physical contact?

At least the scenery was nice, the moon casted a glow onto the surrounding areas, illuminating it in ways the sun never could with a cold gleam. It was comfortable.