~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #50🍑💜~

This ask is from Sam_YK8 on Wattpad!: Who is physically stronger? I think it's Macaque because he has muscles while Wukong no longer has them and his body is healthy

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Macaque was upset at his Sun. And like, I mean, VERY upset at him.

Why?

Because the golden-furred monkey had the audacity to send the plum perfume-soaked couch cushions to be professionally washed, exactly 2 days later they returned not only with the lack of a certain plum perfume scent but now they had a new scent, one that Macaque hated with a fucking passion.

Lime.

Wukong himself wasn't the biggest fan of the new lime scent clinging to the couch cushions, but anything was better than the overpowering scent of plum perfume that had soaked them in basically the same day Macaque brought it.

The King had put up with the overpowering smell of plum perfume and the catnip-like effect the couch cushions soaked in it had on his mate for a whole week. 

A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK! 

The last straw had been when Macaque outright refused to leave the couch for 4 days straight.

Without the shadow monkey besides him in their nest, the sun monkey found it to be too lonely and cold. He had once before suffered the same fate after the journey when he returned home to excited and happy subjects but a very empty and cold nest. 

Back then he had only himself to blame since he had killed his beautiful black-furred angel on the journey. Now he has a second chance with his mate, and Macaque, refusing to sleep in their nest and preferring to sleep on a plum perfume-soaked couch, had brought that memory to the front of the King's mind, so obviously he had to do something about it, and he did. 

Now their new couch smelled like lime, and Macaque was upset with him.

Wukong breathed a deep sigh as he stared at his upset mate.

Wukong: It was for your own good, Macaque. Being exposed to that much perfume fumes for too long can't be good for anyone.

Macaque tsk'ed at him and pointedly turned his head away from him, making Wukong give another deep, heavy sigh.

Before he could try again to get through to the other monkey, the floating screen poofed into the space between them. 

The new question was displayed on both sides of the screen, so the monkeys on either side of it turned their respective eyes to the question. Both a set of amber and golden eyes trailed over the question.

From his spot on the now lime-scented couch, Macaque leant forward, elbows on knees and head resting in his hands, a smirk on his face.

Macaque: Believe it or not, we're actually pretty evenly matched in power & strength.

His smirk then fell slightly into a frown.

Macaque: At least on a good day.

From the other side of the floating screen, Wukong sweat dropped.

Shaking it off, the golden monkey instead frowned at the insult to his physique and crossed his arms with a huff.

Wukong: Hey, I'll have you know that my physique has nothing to do with my strength! 

He then turned his nose up and closed his eyes.

Wukong: And I'll also have you know that I've been working out a lot since New Year's and have since lost most of the weight I gained from being a lazy mentor to MK in the beginning, and now with me physically training MK more—plus Macaque's awesome cooking that's so healthy it should be a crime!—I continue to slowly regain the sexy body I had back before I let myself go.

Back on the other side of the floating screen, Macaque was blushing up a storm as the memory of a young Wukong with a very toned body came to the forefront of his mind. One of his hands quickly shot to his nose as a bit of blood dripped out.

The King's nose twitched as it picked up the scent.

Wukong: Why do I suddenly smell blood?

The Warrior was quick to sink and disappear into one of his shadow portals, leaving a confused Wukong to try to find where the scent of blood had come from.