Summary:
Local homeless monkey continues to make bad decisions instead of communicating.
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Staying low while relying on scraps of magic, as it turns out, fucking sucks.
His only advantage is that he’s running on next to no magic; what little he regained, he spoiled on getting to the mainland. Macaque’s not teleporting out of Megapolis any time soon, and unlike Wukong, he listens. He’s heard how the dragon girl has mastered surveillance. If he tries poking his head out in the more densely populated areas, or tries to board the trains, she would know.
Not that Macaque even has money on him right now to pay for a fare.
So he’s stuck loitering.
In the shadows.
Again.
This feels oddly familiar, he thinks sourly as he stares at his current companion, a pigeon with a terrible attitude against his shoe.
How fate has brought him low! Here is the Six-Eared Macaque, sitting in the dirt and muck of an alleyway, glaring at the stray ball of gray feathers nipping at his shoe, trying to eat the plastic. It’s one of Wukong’s shitty shoes, for a lack of anything else to wear; the bright gold color of the shoe must have caught the idiotic bird’s attention.
How riveting.
At least after a few hours of rest in a roof slant wedge between two buildings, Macaque doesn’t feel like hurling up his meager dinner at every step he takes. That’s progress. Pathetic progress, but he’s in a pretty pathetic state of being at the moment -Macaque’s just happy he’s off the goddamn island.
Being on Flower Fruit Mountain had been a mistake -or at least, letting Wukong rule the coop so to speak for so long. He should have left as soon as his feet could carry him. Being on that accursed island was a mistake. It only brought back bad memories from someone who is better off staying dead and reminded Macaque once again that all of that was a nightmare from a past life, and there is no going back.
Besides, he’s doing Wukong a favor.
Now he gets to play house with the kiddo.
Maybe fake weep a little bit now that Macaque ran off, but MK’s a young boy, he’ll forget eventually and they would be back playing two peas in a pod like they used to before Macaque poked his head into that situation. MK deserves some peace of mind. He’s a good kid.
Not rotten like Macaque.
Which, speaking of rotten -Macaque pulls himself up, hissing at the pigeon and watching with satisfaction as the damned thing flies off. He leans on the wall for support, taking a deep breath as his legs tremor beneath him.
Do not, he curses the stupid limb.
They hold, the traitorous bastards finally remembering who is in charge here.
Reassured, he adjusts the hood of his hoodie and peers at the street. Cars whizz by in the early morning rush. People fill the street. Macaque eyes them carefully, already debating on how to approach this. Pickpocketing had been a skill he picked up during his travels while looking for Wukong; there was hardly time to do honest work in between fighting random demons and gods seeking his head on a platter. Much less as if Macaque would loiter around human villages enough for them to trust him with work.
Trying to steal from pockets in today’s day and age is a little bit trickier; gone is most paper currency. Most things are handled through phones; which means Macaque will likely have to aim for jewelry first, and get it to a pawn shop for compensation. He might be able to get a couple of yuan if he’s lucky enough, but he’d rather not rely on lady fate for this-
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Brotherhood: Destiny Fulfilled
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