"What's the deal? We're like fam, right? A small yet tight-knit crew. And honestly, I don't think I need anything else. You feel me?" He nodded and grabbed his homie's hand.
The Six-eared Macaque just smirked and shook his head, "Sure thing, bro. We're like fam, even if you're a bit of a troublemaker. But seriously, you gotta chill with those creepy coconut dolls. I don't need nobody watching me sleep, ya dig? Those silhouettes look way too real." The macaque's ears drooped a bit, but he quickly perked up and started fixing his buddy's hair. Despite the late hour, everything felt peaceful. They could've kicked it like that forever. But what ever happened to the Six-eared Macaque and his 'odd' monkey pal that the other monkeys used to gossip about?
The Macaque probably showed him a whole new world he never even knew existed after being shunned from the rest of the crew for so long.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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