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The sickening squelchy slice of the blade cutting past layers of skin fills the air as the metallic scent wafts up from Mks arms, it makes the youngers nose scrunch slightly. His new body was much too sensitive to smell for his own liking
Long week it’s been
His tears had long dried up, at this state he's just lazily cutting at skin to fill the time finding it too awkward to stop after his earlier tantrum as for what he calls it. It’s to pathetic to be labeled anything other then something childish and weak
His hands shake for too long for comfort and he finally drops the old blade, it then slips off his lap and flatters to the floor as he glances away to the floor away from both his wrists and blade
Unable to bare looking at his own mess
Moments later he regathers his strength looks back at the blade to ponder whether a second round is worth it or if he should just let it go and shove it under his mattress as per usual
But in the razors place were now bandages
Along like some water and paper towels
Mks head snaps up his gaze darting around in hopes of finding his thief before a slight hue of purple brushes in the nearby shadow of a tree casted into his window
"Macaque!"
Mk hisses shifting from his curled position on the floor to a half crouch like he's preparing to leap on macaque before he could run despite the Monkey hiding in the shadows, his body constantly under stress, constantly in fight or flight ready to battle for his own life
The Raven furred slips out of the shadows he was watching from and leans down every so slightly with his hands behind his back as if he was talking to an injured animal, eyebrows scrunched awkwardly in concern as he frantically checks over Mks figure from where he was standing
"hey kiddo.."
He says awkwardly with a strained smile trying to avoid eye contact as Mk stares straight into his eyes like he was owed his left eye next
"WHAT are you doing here.."
Mk growls in a low voice, he seems more angry or frustrated that he's been caught then upset or stressed, maybe even panicked
Can’t even hide his own weakness from his enemies
Though Macaque wasn't quite an enemy anymore, Mk fdnt want him to know everything. He’s more on a distant ally that no one quite trusts or dislikes either
Macaque quickly raises his hands in surrender and immediately tries to salvage this horrible enterance
“Woah woah hey I mean no judgement!!”
He says quickly before very slowly trying to move towards Mk, he’s quickly stopped with a growl and a violent flick of Mks tail. Macaque didn’t wanna stress the poor cub- boy.. out further. He’s already struggling enough with this new form
“Hey hey.. you gotta trust me okay kiddo?”
Macaque says trying to meet Mks gaze, the smaller shrinks back slightly in surrender and sits once again on the ground refusing to look at Macaque
A small win is still a win
Macaque carefully sits before Mk and takes his arms, carefully cleaning the wounds with the items Macaque has been able to find on hand in Mks house just moments before hand
Silence washes over them
“Pressure”
Macaque commands carefully before placing Mks hand on his own wrist after placing some paper towels on the wounds as he quickly starts digging in the shadows for some mystic healing cream
Mk half heartedly squeezes the wounds down to help stop the blood
Soon after Mks hand was removed again and macaque was gently rubbing what almost looked like liquid gold onto his wrists
“You won’t be getting this back”
Macaque says gently moving his tail into Mks view to let the smaller see his stolen Razor held in his tail before it’s dropped into a shadow portal
Mk growls but doesn’t snap at Macaque
Mk is mildly surprised at just how gentle Macaque was while wrapping his wounds to make sure that golden cream didn’t wipe off later when Mk goes back to what Macaque hopes will be sleep
“There we go.. all set!”
Macaque says patting Mks knee with an awkward smile, he really isn’t good with the mortal comfort of things is he..
“Thanks..”
And just a moment later
“How do monkeys comfort eachother”
The question stuns Macaque for a moment before he smiles a little nodding his head and immediately moves to Mks bed rearranging his bedding, looking very focused and concentrated as he rips apart all of Mks past organisation
“Come here”
Macaque beckons almost smugly, amused that he got to do this before Wukong has been able to
Suspiciously Mk gets up with a huff and slanders over to Macaque looking tired, the bed was almost a nest now, the bedding piles to make a comfortable dent of fluff
Mk barely registers it when he’s lifted into the bed and soft furry arms surround him
Comfort fills all the monkey senses in Mks brain and his head quickly finds solace in a nearby chest as claws scratch at his scalp
“Do you need Cub comfort or just Monkey comfort”
Macaque ask awkwardly, he’s honestly lost on what Mk needed at the moment but he’s very willing to adapt for the kid
“What the fuck is Cub Comfort?”
Mk grumbles, though his annoyance his muffled by fur and warmth
Macaque rolls his eyes almost affectionately in amusement before he decides showing Mk was better then telling him
Macaque nuzzles his snout into Mks temple chirping against his skin as his tail wraps around the boy as a safety blanket
Both hands working to comfort
Macaque quickly got his answer in what Mk needed as soon his ears are filled with the sounds of a baby monkey chirping demands for more love and purrs of pure bliss
Though Macaque is pretty certain that Mk has no idea what chirps are leaving his throat right now, the older is still happy to provide
Anything to keep the baby happy
Mk panics slightly trying to stop the chirping and purring from escaping his chest but he’s quickly shushed and calmed by Macaque who makes Mk focus on his face instead
“Hey hey look at me, let go okay..”
Macaque whispers gently as he lets his true glamour off, Scars, ears and everything on full view hoping that seeing his true form would help Mk realise this was a space of openness
Mk sniffles and hesitantly reaches up to brush against Macaques six ears, shaky hands against sensitive ears. Macaque hums letting his ears flick against Mk hand causing Mk to chuckle a little before letting his arm fall back to its original place tucked against himself
“.. this is.. nice..?”
Mk says unsurely
“Hmm.. it is nice.. nesting is always comfortable”
Macaque agrees gently as he carefully cradles the back of Mks head and pushes it against himself as if to force him to accept the comfort
Its not too long before Mk is tightly curled to his chest and his chirps and purrs drift into soft little snores as the sweet little monkey enters into dreamland after such a stressful day
Macaque sighs and mutters quiet stresses about what he’s gonna do with this dumbass and worrying if he should tell Pigsy or Tang, Reluctant to tell Wukong knowing he’d panic and refuse to let Mk out of his sights ever again
“Oh kiddo.. gotta make everything complicated”
Macaque sighs nuzzling one final time against Mks temple before letting himself relax into the nest