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As careful as he was, Macaque still wakes, eyes glazed as they flutter open. Wukong sucks in a breath at the way gold pupils glow, not the harsh gleam of his own eyes like literal sun spilling out, but a softer reflection not unlike the moon. Maybe that’s why he says what he says next.

“Good morning, moonlight.”

It’s one of many silly nicknames he’s gifted the other, and this one he finds slipping out of him naturally. There’s no real reason for it because he likes the way it sounds and the memory of the moon has him feeling silly, a little teasing.

But then, Macaque smiles, and purrs out, “Mornin’, sunshine."

And that’s… “Huh,” is all he can manage, something clicking into place. “Fuck.”

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Drew the final scene in chapter 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50888512/chapters/132333811