~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #45🍑💜~

This ask is from Weirdshiper 3.0 on Quotev!: Hi again. More questions.

For both: Do you guys plan on going on a proper honeymoon? If so, where?
For wukong: If monkey demons mate for life, how did that one monkey king's dating simulator happen? Was it approved by your marketing team without your consent/knowledge? Was it fanmade? Do you play as macaque???
For macaque: if you identify as male, would you want mk to actually called you "mama" like previously mentioned or would you prefer "papa" or "dad" or something?

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Macaque's addiction to plum perfume was worse than a fucking cat with catnip.

Dinner had meant to be an hour ago, and Wukong had only just managed to pry Macaque off the plum perfume-soaked couch 10 minutes ago, though he got a tonne of scratches on his arms and face to show for the hour struggle.

So it was only natural that when dinner was done, Wukong ended up sulking through the whole meal while Macaque himself half ignored him due to being upset about being removed from the plum perfume-soaked couch.

The air was thick with the scent of plum perfume, and now not only was their new couch soaked in it, but Macaque himself had gone from his natural scent of fresh plums & mangos to the overpowering scent of plum perfume due to the damn effect it seemed to have on him.

His thick, fluffy, black fur was soaked in the stuff, as were the clothes he was wearing, thanks to the fact he couldn't seem to stop rubbing himself on the plum perfume-soaked couch like a cat.

Macaque truly was like a cat with catnip when it came to anything soaked in that stupid plum perfume.

Wukong cursed whoever invented the stuff. When once again he sneezed, the poor Monkey King was starting to think he was allergic to high levels of plum perfume...

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Either that or high concentrations of it just irritated his nose to the point that it really hurt.

Of course it was at that very moment when Wukong was thinking about throwing Macaque into the ocean that the floating screen appeared in the middle of the table, blocking their view of each other, which was probably a good thing, to be honest.

The floated screen even went as far as to display the questions on both sides instead of one so neither had to get up from their seats.

Which was good because if Wukong saw Macaque's face right now, he would throw the Shadow Monkey into the ocean with no regrets.

From either side of the floating screen, both golden-furred and black-furred monkeys read over each question and answered them accordingly.

Macaque: I would LOVE to go on a proper honeymoon someday, but with the way everything keeps going to shit and the fact—no offence to the kid here—that MK can't seem to go 2 days without Wukong's help in some way, the chances of us going on a proper honeymoon are next to fucking slim.

Monkey King's ears lowered at the barely concealed bitterness in his mate's tone.

Wukong: Yeah... I'd also like to go on a proper honeymoon someday.

The next part Wukong whispered.

Wukong: But I should've postponed the Brotherhood's plans to attack the Celestial Realm all those centuries ago so we could've had our honeymoon.

From the other side of the floating screen, Macaque's ear flicked, his sensitive hearing picking up his mate's whisper.

The black-furred monkey's heart squeezed, but before he could say anything, his golden-furred counterpart was already answering the second question.

Wukong: Yes, since monkey demons mate for life, I do prefer that any dating simulators made of me get my approval first before being announced/released, but those official ones are very few. 

Wukong: Most dating simulators centred around me are made by fans that have a degree in programming and have released their games without my approval. Those are the ones my lawyer notifies me about if she comes across them. 

Once he was done speaking, Macaque decided to hold off on confronting Wukong about the whole honeymoon thing until they were alone and instead went on to answer the last question.

Macaque: I wouldn't mind being called Papa, but I used to help take care of all the baby monkeys back before and during the Brotherhood, so as embarrassing as it sounds, I've actually picked up behaving more like a mother than a father, so even though I identified as a male, I would prefer to be called Mama or Mum due to this fact.

On the other side of the floating screen, Wukong smiled lovingly/dreamily as memories of Macaque taking care of the baby monkeys like a mother flashed through his mind.

The black-furred monkey had even said he wanted to carry any future cubs back when they first started courting.

They always did want cubs, and Macaque would make the perfect mother.