[ Macaque isn't sure what to make of the staring, but his nerves sure know exactly what to make of it because they kick up annoyingly. Then Wukong puts the thing on and Macaque lets out a breath that he hadn't been aware he was holding and finally cracks a smile. ]
It could never be anyone else first, Wukong. [ He can't and won't claim a favorite among his mates, it would feel wrong, but he never doubted that Wukong would have a chance to accept or reject his courting first. ]
[ Macaque doesn't say anything even as he slips his scarf off and starts unfastening his shirt until he can expose the place on his shoulder where Wukong had marked before. ] Good. I want you to. I want you to redo it anytime you feel shaky about where we are. As often as you need to.
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It could never be anyone else first, Wukong. [ He can't and won't claim a favorite among his mates, it would feel wrong, but he never doubted that Wukong would have a chance to accept or reject his courting first. ]
[ Macaque doesn't say anything even as he slips his scarf off and starts unfastening his shirt until he can expose the place on his shoulder where Wukong had marked before. ] Good. I want you to. I want you to redo it anytime you feel shaky about where we are. As often as you need to.