Wrong Number? ~ LMK Text Fic

Chapter Two: Random Situation #1

A chuckle escaped your mouth as you remarked with a wince at your surroundings, "Yeah, sorry about the mess, still unpacking."

"Oh so you just moved?" MK's hazel gaze turned directly on yours.

You nodded at the young adult's words before you took the lead, taking your guests to your small dining room. You walked over to the table where your laptop was letting your hand graze against the oak wood. Whipping your body around to face the two while slightly leaning on the wood, you gestured with your thumb at the odd computer with a smile, "There's the possessed computer."

The orange monkey, who you were also slowly realizing was the Monkey King, nodded and positioned himself with his student about a foot away from the computer and yourself. His golden gaze studied the electronic while his student's hazel eyes bore holes into the computer from beside him. The two were so similar and a trust was clearly formed between the two, one that made you feel slightly out of place among them.

"Alright," Monkey King's voice cut through the air, his gaze meeting yours making your breath catching in your throat as a dazzling smirk took over his face, "You probably want to stand back, madam."

Nodding, not trusting your voice to not embarrassingly crack at the look and his words, you quickly moved away from the computer to your kitchen behind them. Allowing you to stare at both their figures without them noticing you, mostly due to them focusing on your supposed-demonic-electronic.

MK was slightly taller than Monkey King, from what you could guess he was about five foot eight inches. His messy brown hair was held back by a red headband while a yellow jacket hung around his upper body, while a white t-shirt with a black and red bullseye stood stark among the white. A pair of wrinkled red pants perfected the look as well as a pair of black shoes that were slightly scuffed. He looked like any normal young adult that lived in the city and it quickly made you realize why he wasn't swarmed as often as you would have believed. It was a pretty perfect disguise as many people wouldn't even bat an eye at him, let alone believe he was the Monkie Kid.

Monkey King, on the other hand, while a couple of centimeters shorter than MK, was much more eye appealing. His orange fur looked very fluffy even in the out-dated armor, said armor gleamed under the light of the late night. A two long red feather head-dress was planted behind his head while a thick red cape clung around his neck and fell neatly behind him. The orange long sleeve tunic, that was sticking out from the golden armor plating on his chest, clung tightly around all the right places. The colorful red, blues, and gold colors around his waist covered his large maroon pants, with a red fabric like belt clinging around his waist. A pair of black boots with golden accents made you smile as they shone, the king was certainly someone who held high standards for appearances.

It made you quietly wince at you disheveled appearance and quickly blink away the thoughts that were building in your brain. You were not looking for love at the moment, you were busy focusing on your own personal dreams and aspirations. You had no time to fall in love like some middle school girl who just found out what a crush and romance novels were. You needed to focus on something that weren't the beautiful golden eyes staring at your own (Y/EC) gaze.

Wait, gold eyes?

A crimson blush crossed your (Y/S/C) cheeks as you caught the cheeky look of the orange fur simian you were studying. His face turned towards you, allowing you to see some other features that were hidden. A soft peach pink marking in a shape of, ironically, a peach surrounded his eyes. Well kept black eyebrows and a cute black button nose that wiggled a bit made your heart melt at the absolute adorableness in front of you. A pair of pale monkey ears stuck out from the well kept fluffy fur, making you want to touch and pet them.