I wake up in the dead of night.
I rub the sleepy dust from my eyes and check the time.
1:43 AM.
I look at my phone and find that Macaque has sent many voice clips.
I listen to them all very carefully.
By that, I mean:
I forgot what he said right after.
“孫悟空，今天是星期六晚上，讓我留下來好嗎？” ¹
“醒醒吧，敗家子！！？” ²
“我真的會像搖嬰兒一樣搖你。” ³
“Sun Wukong, It is SATURDAY NIGHT, PLEASE let me stay over?” ¹
“Wake up, loser!!?” ²
“I'll literally shake you like a baby.” ³
I send some voice clips back,
very much so half awake.
Its already 1 in the morning,
I figure he's dead asleep.
“我那時在睡覺。” ¹
“我恨你，去死吧！？” ²
"I WAS SLEEPING." ¹
"I hate you, go die!?" ²
He responds shortly after,
which concerns me.
Does this man sleep?
Christ...
“我邀請自己過來，” ¹
“謝謝！” ²
"I'm inviting myself over," ¹
"Thank you!" ²
I send a random gif and turn off my phone.
I decide not to get ready to fancy because I think it's very unreasonable to dress fancy for hanging out at home.
Especially for a sleepover!
And also I'm lazy.
It's just because I'm lazy...
Macaque makes his way over I guess, I don't really know how he gets here.
He greets himself inside and plops down on the sofa beside me.
“So,”
he says,
“what's up, big guy?”
I shrug.
“Your mother...”
He stares at me with a
very,
very
unimpressed look,
which makes me laugh.
“You invited yourself here, bud.”
“Fair.”
We start laughing.
It isn't even really that funny,
I don't know why.
It just seems right to laugh along.
I grab his hand and lead him into the basement.
Well... To be honest, I kind of just dragged him, but uh...
I show him my remodeled basement and feel very proud.
And old.
He claps his hands very slowly, neutral support I guess?
“Anyways, I wanna get drunk.”
He pulls out some kind of glass and chugs a bunch of it.
I was quite taken aback from the sudden thirst or whatever just happened.
“Huh?”
I look at him, raising an eyebrow.
I stare at him, quite concerned why he came to my house to get drunk.
I talk to Macaque for awhile, noticing how his speech gets
worse
and worse
as the alchohol takes effect.
I try to lead him back up the basement stairs, but he struggles to make it past one step.
Clearly, this isn't gonna work.
I'm left no choice but to bring supplies down.
“Omay, Macaque, you are to stay put.”
I sigh, listening to him chitter about.
“Got it?”
He nods, scooting backwards.
I make my way up the creeky stairs, grabbing blankets and pillows first.
Very thankful my basement floors arent dusty and icky.
I lay down blankets ontop of blankets, then add a category of pillows.
He starts rolling about on the pile, overjoyed.
I head back upstairs for snacks and stuff to hold us over for the night.
I'm pretty confident that he's not gonna knock out for awhile...
It's gonna be a long night.
