𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖝

𝕱𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

"Here you are." The waitress puts the food down.

There was a noodle dish. A vegetable stir fry. A prawn dish. Soup. Fried pork. Seriously?

"You ordered a lot for just two people." I look up at him.

"Some of this is for Pigsie." He answers.

"Ah." I say.

I look down at the food. I pick up the chopsticks. He looks at me.

"I can't use my hands anymore." I say.

"Indeed." He sips his tea.

"Monkey. You look naked." Fruitie chuckles.

I just ignore him. He's still sitting on my shoulder. I roll my eyes again. I take a bite of the fried pork. This is so awkward. I've been trying to avoid him for eight years. Eight. Not to mention I think he's still mad at me for the destruction of the scared tree. I drink a bowl of soup.

"You look different." He says. 

"Yeah? What gave you that hint?" I ask. 

I don't want to make eye contact. I turn. 

"Monkey, why are you wearing these?" Fruitie points at me neck.

"Long story." I say.

"Wukong, it's been eight years." He says.

"You're point being?" I look up at Master.

"Why did you go?" He asks me.

I scoff. I turn. He sighs and puts down his cup of tea.

"Why did you do it?" I ask him.

"Do what Wukong?" He asks.

"Take me as your first disciple? You could have picked far better choices." I say.

Nothing I do is for the satisfaction of Master. I've gotten him into more trouble than I could count. I take another piece of vegetable. He puts his hand on my bleeding hand. I look up at him in surprise.

"I chose you because you have a very noble heart." He says. 

"I was born from a stone, heart? Alright." I say sarcastically.

I push my bloody hand off of his and continue eating.