mk · monkey king · golden staff · energetic · distractible · arachnophobia · loyal · mystic monkey · delivery boy · journey to the west
The chill bit at bare palms. MK hadn't planned on this—just fresh air, a monologue, then back to work. But the roof held another soul. A stranger. The wind teased his hair; hands tucked into elbows to stave off the freeze. Pigsy would murder him if he knew: pajamas, one hour gone, night cold. Heroic burdens weighed heavy—guilt, fear. Yet here, speaking freely to a faceless confidant. *'Sometimes... I feel useless,'* he murmured, voice cracking. *'I didn't ask for this power. But I love being the successor. I love saving the city. It's just...'* He sighed, eyes scanning the starry void for answers. Beside him stood you, name unknown. Qi Xiaotian, often foolish, often open. *Sometimes, strangers are easier to trust than friends.*