Although I'm still a little hungover, I mostly feel fine.
Im quite content.
Just sitting down in the sofa.
Hand in hand with Sun...
We're watching a horror movie,
which seemed like a good idea,
but he's constantly jumping.
He jumps again,
and again,
and again.
He jumps so hard, scaring me a little.
He stuffs his face into my neck,
shivers behind my back.
His tail wrapped around my chest,
gis other arm clung to my shoulder.
“You cold, Sun?”
I start to take off one of my fuzzy sweaters revealing a second one underneath.
I carefully fold and set the other sweater in his seat,
leaving him to grab it anytime.
It'll definitely be too big on him,
but I don't think he'll care.
I sometimes forget how cold Sun gets during horror movies.
...It's probably going to sound self centered but,
I always just assume he doesn't get cold easy since I don't.
As my gaze leaves Sun,
I twirl my moon necklace.
Starting to remember the matching sun necklace.
I hold it tightly in my pocket,
waiting for the right time...
Whenever that is.
He comes out from behind my back and jumps into the sweater,
putting it on very fast.
Well, he tries to?
He struggles underneath the sweater, trying his hardest to put it on quickly.
He looks so stupid under there,
it makes me laugh.
Once his little head pops out of the sweater,
I can see 2 major things...
1. The arms of the sweater are longer than his
2. It might as well go halfway down his legs
He hops back onto the couch and leans his entire body into my shoulder.
I try not to stare, a small blush appearing.
“Peaches, you tired-?”
I ask him in a very soft voice;
if he's half asleep, I don't wanna give him a heart attack.
“Cold,”
he mumbles,
“and you're just comfy, loser.”
I chuckle, he's still cold?
I sit him up and rotate a little,
that way he can actually lay down.
I sit against the arm of the sofa,
then he curls himself into a ball.
He starts scooting ontop of me,
his head right under my chin.
I place a blanket over us,
mostly on him, but still.
I ruffle his hair a bit and start to close my eyes.
“Typical Sun Wukong.”
I tease.
He doesn't respond and seems asleep already.
I listen to the quietness-
The only sounds are
his snoring,
a fan,
and stuff outside.
My ears flick a little,
and then it all goes black.
I wake up to Sun still asleep,
sprawled out on my lap.
I shift my focus to the TV,
then carefully grab the remote.
I start watching a random show that seemed interesting.
I watch it what seems like hours before Sun finally wakes up.
“Uggg...hhhhh!”
He groans, then pulls the blanket up over his head.
He shrieks, noticing me.
I start to laugh quite loudly, finding his behavior quite silly.
He quickly sits up and lifts the blanket off his head.
His hair looks very,
very messy.
Like a tornado went through his head or something.
“Morning, peaches.”
I try to contain a laugh.
He grumbles a bit, then laughs.
“Morning. What are you watching?” He tilts his head a little.
“Honestly, I don't know.”
He shrugs and wanders off into the kitchen for awhile.
He comes out with two bowls of cereal and gives one to me.
“You better eat that.”
“...'cuz I don't wanna cook more.”
He giggles and then takes a big chomp
.
“I don't think you cook cereal.”
I tease, tilting my head.
He stares at me with a
very
very
grumpy face.
I can't help laughing,
and as soon as I do,
he starts laughing too.
Suddenly, “Cooking with Chang'e” comes on.
I grab the remote to switch the channel because it doesn't seem interesting.
And I don't feel like remembering her.
Wukong snatches the remote and sets it to the other side of him.
He smacks me lightly, giggling.
“I met Chang'e,”
he says blankly.
“I wonder how she's doin’...”
I look at him for a bit,
really confused.
If he knows Chang'e,
then who is she to him?
Shes just like some moon lady who likes cooking.
Last I knew,
Sun Wukong can't cook.
And he also hates cooking.
Why would she be any interest to him??
I let him watch it anyway,
there's no point in arguing afterall.
She shows us how to make creampuffs and I make a mental note of the recipe. I don't know why,
I just feel like it's important.
And I like creampuffs a lot...
He starts to binge watch the show and I eventually fall asleep or something.
All I remember is him violently shaking me to wake up because he was getting bored.
“Cool down, peaches!”
I chuckle, rubbing my eyes.
“I'm bored, let's do something!?”
“...Now???”
“...Uhh... Yes now??”
