~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #55🍑💜~

This ask is from SerpantQueen on AO3!: To both: You two ever watch YouTube horror game let's plays? Some have good jumpscares and others are kinda funny. (It's best to watch them in the dark) Also, would either of you be interested in skydiving or zip lining?

To Macaque: I'm glad you like the journals. Also sorry about your painting. Here are some art supplies. Maybe you could paint it again? Maybe make a wall mural?

To Wukong: Have a giant peach plushy. Also have you ever seen the movie James and the Giant Peach? How cool would it be to have a peach that big?

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It took until the next morning for Wukong to return. Macaque was right there to greet him with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow when the scent of blood clung heavily to the King.

Macaque: Peaches... Did you go on a murder spree?

Yeah, Macaque wasn't dumb. He did the same fucking thing not even a week ago!

Wukong walked over and pulled his mate into a hug with a small snort.

Wukong: Pfft, no! I don't murder anymore, Mac. I was just dealing with a couple hundred thieves who were up to no good, that's all!

The word thieves was spat with venom, which had Macaque sighing quietly. 

Yeah, Wukong definitely spent the night murdering demons who were trying to court him.

As he hugged his mate back, he could feel the slight dampness clinging to golden fur, and as the black simian buried his face in his King's neck and took a deep breath, the lingering scent of hundreds of demons blood overwhelmed the sunny monkey's scent of fresh peaches.

'Hm... he definitely washed the blood off somewhere. Likely in a stream like I did. Unfortunately, without soap, the scent of blood still stubbornly clings to one's fur.' The Six-Eared Macaque thought to himself.

Pulling back, Macaque quickly nuzzled against Wukong's cheek, leaving some of his own plum & mango scent behind, though still it was overpowered by the scent of blood, which just made the shadow monkey huff.

He didn't get to dwell on it, though, as the floating screen chose that moment to blimp into existence again with new questions for the two simians.

They both turned their heads to read the questions, tails intertwined together.

The Warrior shook his head.

Macaque: I personally haven't, as I don't find those things enjoyable in the slightest.

Macaque: I do, however--

He points threateningly at his mate.

Macaque: And don't you DARE tell Mei this, Wukong!

Macaque: --watch the odd puppy or funny animal videos.

Upon hearing Macaque's guilty pleasure, Wukong couldn't help but grin cheekily. 

Oh, don't give him that look! He wasn't cruel enough as to tell Mei. 

He was going to tell MK at their next training session, though.

Wukong: I did watch a couple of those Let's Plays with MK one time when he slept over here, and Macaque was still living in his dojo.

Wukong: I'll be honest. I didn't mind them, but I also didn't like them. 

He glanced at his Moonlight.

Wukong: Does that make sense?

The dark simian gave him a nod. It did indeed make sense. Wukong didn't really like watching them, but he also didn't find them disinteresting. He was just in the 'meh' zone.

Looking at the screen, he read the last bit of the first question.

He deadpanned.

Macaque: I've already been skydiving. Sure it wasn't intentional, but there aren't exactly any good shadows on a fucking plane that will get you from thousands of feet in the air to the ground without you needing to jump off said plane's wing.

Poor guy is too traumatised to nap in crates anymore since that incident where he woke up on a plane that was already halfway to Australia. 

That's the last time he drank a whole pot of Sandy's Sleepy-Time tea.

Wukong flinched. 

Yeah, he was wondering where his mate had disappeared to for hours, which then turned into panic-filled days! 

It took the shadow monkey literal fucking days to get back to China.

Shaking the memory off, Monkey King decided to give his own answer.

Wukong: I practically go skydiving every day on my cloud or when I turn into a hawk. So personally I wouldn't mind going ziplining, and I know for a fact Macaque would like to try it too. Right, Mac?

The dark simian only gave him a hum as he glanced back at the floating screen. Macaque read over the second question meant just for him.

Wukong did not pout at the lack of attention. Honestly, he didn't!

Macaque: Hmm... that actually might be a good idea.

A shadow portal opened up, and a small crate of art supplies popped out.

For a moment, Macaque stared at the crate before a full-body shudder ran through him as he shook his head and walked over to look through all the supplies.

Digging through the crate, he took note of everything inside and nodded curtly.

Macaque: Yeah, I think I'll be able to paint it again. I'm gonna have to go visit the Aurora Borealis though since I can't trust my own memory of it. 

His tail flicked as he looked over some paints while rubbing his chin.

Macaque: Hm... I wonder if it's changed from how it looked centuries ago?

Ok, that time Wukong did pout! He also whined, knowing he was in for a couple of lonely nights when his mate chose to go to the North.

But then again... 

It would give him time to gather the things he has been meaning to for a couple of weeks now. Hm, Wukong turned his attention to the floating screen reading the last question.

When a giant peach plushie shot out, the king caught it with ease before setting it down on the couch with a small pat. He let out a small 'ooh' at the softness.

Shaking his head and looking back at the screen, he double-checked the question and then answered.

Wukong: No, I haven't seen James and the Giant Peach, but I do agree that having a giant peach would be awesome.

Macaque, who was still rummaging through the crate of art supplies, snorted.

Macaque: Yeah, a giant peach that wouldn't even see more than one day.

A shrug from The Monkey King.

Wukong: Eh, what can I say? I love peaches!