Summary:
Wukong returns to Flower Fruit Mountain
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Wukong returns three hours after Macaque shows the kid the palace.
By then, Macaque cleaned himself and the kid up, dragged the two of them out of the palace and settled the heavy curtain of vines over the entrance again. Macaque knows better than to think this will fool the older monkey.
He’d tripped some silent alarm seals in there, he’s certain.
So Macaque feels not a single lick of surprise when Wukong enters the visitor cave from one of the many, many holes he’d carved over the years, hops off his cloud, and turns towards them with a soft grin that reeks of lies.
“Heya buddy!” He tells MK, and the fact he’s not addressing Macaque is another sign. He stays back, arms crossed, watching MK approach the golden monkey. “Heard you had a bit of an adventure…?”
Macaque watches on as MK smiles, the grin not quite reaching his eyes -eyes that are still faintly puffy. He really should have slapped a glamor on the kid before Wukong showed up. Macaque can feel the regret churning in his stomach at the way his brother’s expression tightens only just imperceptibly.
Kid probably won’t notice.
He’s not that well versed in Wukong speech yet.
To his credit, MK does try to sidetrack the old king. It helps that he’d been genuinely excited about seeing the palace, and even encouraged Macaque to show him a few more chambers -not any more of the royal hall, that section they left in a hurry.
“Y-yeah! Macaque showed me your palace! It’s so huge-!” The boy chirps. “Why do you even have three armories?! And the library -man Tang would sacrifice an arm and a leg to gain access to that!”
Macaque watches him babble with a smirk. His eyes stray towards his brother and his grin only grows wider.
The twitchy flick of Wukong’s tail is a sure enough sign.
The Sage is ticked.
Macaque’s lips curl into a loose, smug grin, one that has the Sage’s own happy smile visibly straining. Twitching very rarely, betraying Wukong’s incredible effort trying to keep himself calm and happy in front of his precious little successor.
For now, MK made for a wonderful shield that Macaque is fully going to take advantage of, even if it's not going to save him in the end.
All the more to make the bastard squirm .
But MK is a smart boy, and the look he gives the both of them is shadowed by uncertainty.
“He’s not in trouble, is he?” MK, ever the direct one, asks bluntly.
Wukong lets out a snort. “What?” He says, waving the boy away. Macaque doesn’t buy it. MK looks like he’s not going to buy it. “Nah!”
“....really?”
Tail twitches.
How wonderful.
Squirm, you silly king.
“Don’t worry, bud!” The thumbs up is not working. Still, MK smiles. “It’s fine! I’m just happy you had fun!” Wukong exclaims with cheer, his words having some smidge of truth to them -yet Macaque knows better than to think he’s out the woods.
MK tilts his head. “Did you…do whatever you had to do?”
Wukong winks.
“Yep! Had a talk with Nezha.” Ah. Macaque wonders how that went. MK had let it slip once Macaque managed to wrangle his own stupid body out of that horrifying display of weakness that the Lotus Prince is the one who brought the boy to Flower Fruit Mountain.
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