Macaque's Successor

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Y/n's P.O.V
The morning started great. My alarm went off on time, and I woke up feeling great.

I got my daily routine done, grabbed my jacket, which somehow got rebranded with a smirking monkey face, and put on my scarf.

I sauntered down to the restaurant in a good mood.

"Morning Y/n." Mr. Tang greeted.

"Morning." I greeted back.

I turned to Pigsy. "Got any orders for me?"

"Yep, your brother is already doing his orders, now get to it." Pigsy ordered me.

"Yes sir!" I saluted.

Grabbing my orders, I hopped on my motorcycle, delivering to those that ordered.

A little bit later, I now had two deliveries left to make, and one of them was my favorite customer.

"Mrs. Carmichael." I knocked on her door.

"Y/n, good to see you again dearie." She greeted.

"You too, I got your order of Mi Sua noodles right here." I handed them to her.

"Thank you, why don't you come in, I just made some tea." She offered.

"I really can't, I have-" I stopped myself, realizing my last noodle order of the day can wait.

"You know what? I have time today, why not."

I entered the old woman's house and immediately was greeted by a certain green bird landing on my head.

"Hello to you Puck." I pet the bird's soft head.

Puck chirped at me in return.

"Puck's been waiting for you to come over again, as well as me." Mrs. Carmichael said.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't been able to come over, been busy with stuff." I continue to pet Puck.

"Oh, it's alright dear, that fighting stuff must get tiring." The old woman replied.

I gave her a look. "How did you know?"

"Just because I'm old, doesn't mean I can't recognize your face on TV." She smiled at me.

"I guess your right." I let Puck on the coffee table.

"I'll be right back with the tea dearie." Mrs. Carmichael left.

I walked around her living room, looking at the pictures on the wall.

One picture was of Mrs. Carmichael and her late husband. He was a nice man before he died, I just wish her son was there for her when he died.

The dude only showed up at his father's funeral for his inheritance. I wanted to punch him in the face that day but withheld.

"I'm back." Mrs. Carmichael came over to me with a tray of tea.

She handed me a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome dear."

"I see you're looking at my old pictures again." She spoke.

It was a moment of silence.

"I wish Tanuki would visit me." She frowned at a picture of her son.

"When was the last time you saw him?" I asked her.

"*Sigh* Three years ago, when my husband passed away." She sighed sadly.

Not wanting to make her anymore sad by telling her my opinion of her son, I comfort her.

"You'll see him again eventually." I hugged her.