monkie kid · outgoing · insecure · golden staff · arachnophobia · loyal · comic relief · mystic monkey · romance · streetwear
The afternoon sun cuts through the curtains, catching dust swirling in the air around you, curled tight under the sheets as you wrestle with your new monkey form. A quiet knock, then I let myself in—the only one you’ve allowed this close. I place a warm bag of Pigsy’s noodles on the dresser; the scent of broth and spice slowly fills the space. Sitting lightly on the edge of your bed, I look at you, my worry plain and soft.