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He’s mid-bite when the thought strikes him, and he almost chokes on his noodles as several pieces all fall into place all at once.
MK sets his bowl of noodles down suddenly, the sound clinking harshly against the gentle chatter of his family. It’s Family Dinner Night, and everyone is camped out on FFM.
It’s the second such dinner that Macaque has shown up to, and his ears twitch as MK exhales heavily.
“Uh. You okay there, bud?” Wukong asks, the golden-haired monkey glancing at his student in concern at MK’s horrified face, complete with a thousand-yard stare.
MK’s hands raise to his temples, massaging the growing ache, and Mei bursts out laughing, elbowing Pigsy beside her.
“I told you he’d figure it out!” She cackles, and Pigsy groans before handing her a handful of bills.
“I thought it’d take ‘im ‘til New Years, at least.” The chef grunted. Sandy is silent, only raising an eyebrow as MK begins to mutter to himself.
“What are you…Ohhh.” Tang looks up distractedly from his book to see Mei’s wide grin and MK going through the five stages of grief.
“Okay, I’m officially confused. What is happening?” Wukong weakly chuckles.
“You. You two,” MK starts, pointing his chopsticks between Wukong and Macaque. “You used to-”
“Aaand that’s my cue to leave.” Macaque announces, standing with a flourish. He sets his bowl down on the picnic table and gives a mocking half bow to the crew before stepping backwards into a shadow portal.
“See ya,” the demon calls as the magic closes around him, leaving Wukong half raised from the table and staring desperately after him, like he had been about to leap into the shadow portal after Macaque.
“You used to date!?” MK yells, and the monkeys lounging around the clearing scatter.
“Ah, fuck.” Wukong mutters.