Summary:
The Talk, Part 1
Mk's gonna work this way through this fractured monkey family and fix it with duct-tape. Lots of duct-tape.
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“...let’s talk.”
Wukong is immediately assaulted by the strong urge to jump out the nearest window.
As the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, he’s been in his own fair share of pickles. Many pickles, of which plenty have been written down by mortals and rarely exaggerated. He’s faced gods and demons and come out on top every time, surviving for a new day of adventure.
Thus, the Monkey King is not a soul easily scared.
But right now Monkey King is scared.
Or at least crushed under the suffocating weight of MK’s flat, reproachful staring that could put his Master’s to the test. If Wukong wasn’t aware of Tang’s existence, he would tell MK that at this moment, MK makes a strong contender for the great monk’s reincarnation.
He squirms under MK’s gaze, mind racing as to what to say -and then a lightbulb goes off in his head and he lets out a tiny gasp before reaching up to his ear and pulling out his beloved staff.
“H-here’s the staff!” Wukong exclaims with delight, withering when MK’s reproachful expression doesn’t waver. “Huh, you wanted it back -here’s staff…?” He finishes lamely, holding out the mythical weapon in the palm of his hand.
MK gives him a strange look, but he takes it. The staff immediately lengthens to its normal, MK-friendly size.
The moment Wukong lets go, he immediately regrets it.
Because MK is eyeballing the staff like he’s debating hitting Wukong with it. Which, granted, given the situation -given the mess Wukong created by not telling him he went off to galvanize the Diyu in search of his sibling- it is very fair for MK to want to hit him with a very big stick right now.
…and Wukong just handed him a very good, potentially very big stick.
The fact he’s not doing it shows commendable restraint.
If it was Wukong at his age, he would already have broken a few ribs. Then again, Wukong knows he’s never been the pinnacle of kindness in his childhood. Anyone outside of his troupe of monkeys as a child was viewed as a threat, and even within his troupe he had to play leader to ensure no one picked on anyone, much less his little brother.
…those were simpler times.
“I think we should go to the living room.” MK’s soft voice drags him out of his thoughts and back to the present. “I’d rather not wake Macaque.”
Wordlessly, Wukong bobs his head in agreement.
The walk to the living room is just as suffocating. Neither of them sit on the couch.
They just stand there, eyeballing each other, waiting for someone to make a move. Wukong feels himself fidgeting against his will, fighting the urge to mess with his tail.
…after a moment, MK groans, raising a hand to his face.
“God, we’re going in circles.” He bemoans; Wukong is helpless at his student’s exasperation. It makes the crushing shame worse. MK looks at him in between his fingers, brown eyes sparkling with anger. “I still want to punch you.” The boy groans, letting his hand drop at his side. The one holding the staff tightens around the weapon. “Gods, I really want to punch you?”
Wukong smiles; it feels shaky and pitiful on his lips.
“Feel free to, kid?” He offers with a slightly higher pitched voice than normal.
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