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"What?" Macaque looks amused despite having paint stuck in his fur. Staying in a certain pose with his chin on his hand. "Yeah I don't understand why as well. Original MK thinks leaving us with you won't just make us confess our undying love for you." Artist MK replies nonchalantly as he looks up from the painting.
"Just looking at you makes me want to worship and paint-" Macaque huffs contently as his tail wraps around the artist, bringing him closer which successfully cuts off his soon-to-be-ranting. The artist clone was dazed for a second before he smiled endearingly at the immortal monkey.
"You do understand that compliments aren't going to get me to to do what you ask for, right?" With a paintbrush in the artist's left hand, he easily gets away from the tail's grip using his right. "Are you sure about that Mac? You seem to be meeting my demands right now?" The clone says leaning closer.
Macaque scoffed playfully as he pushes the clone's face with his tail. The artist falls with a small thud before he dusted himself off with a fake pout directed to the monkey and with his sensitive hearing could hear a small jerk. The monkey could only smile 'innocently' with fondness, he would rather be sealed up than admit he showed. Dying once was already too much for his taste. He shook off that thought.
"Now before your compliment fest comes back again, shall we finish the painting?" Artist MK makes a small 'o' face before giving a small laugh in response. "I've been done for an hour. I just wanted to look longer at the masterpiece in front of me." He spoke softly and with a bold tone that MK definitely did not normally have.
Blood rushed to the immortal monkey's cheeks. His tail wrapped around the painter's waist once more to his partner's joy. He embraces his lover with his head hiding in the crook of his neck. "Which one of us did you learn that from, love? Was it me? Couldn't have been from that idiot wukong." The monkey smiled in the crook of MK's neck, proud in a way.
The artist only lifted his face and kissed the nose of his lover before detangling himself from those comforting arms. Of course not before bringing his hand through his lover's cheek fur. "You give him too little credit, he's gotten better at it. You're just amazing at it." Macaque rolls his eyes fondly with a tinge of hatred which the artist misses as he turns around. "You're just too soft on him because he's your favorite."
The clone turned his head around and dramatically fake gasps as if extremely offended at being accused of such a thing while he carefully takes the finished canvas."It seems you won't be needing help with those paint stains." Speaking in a angry tone which both knew had no heat behind it. Macaque's tail flicked towards the clone's direction.
The monkey chuckles lowly as he sits up from the bench and walks towards his lover. "No please do MK, they are one hell of a mess to clean up." Macaque says in a fake desperate voice, leaning over the clone.
Artist MK only turns to look at him, showing he still was being petty about the accusation. Crossing his arms with the canvas in his right hand. The immortal wasnt good at handling his partner being in a mood and he really wanted those stains out. He sighed as he tried to plead MK with just his eyes. Which kind of worked but not as MK still looked slightly angry. "Okay okay. You don't have favorites right. I'm sorry." The artist eased up but looked like he wanted more. Macaque knowing him, groaned and gave up. "I won't fight with the moron monkey. Would that make you forgive me and help me?"
The clone could definitely hear the irritated pitch when he said moron but simply ignored it. "Hmmmmm....fine I'll help you get them out tomorrow but you have to deliver this to the original MK yourself, you sourplum." Right as he says that, he kisses the monkey's furry cheek and backs up when he poofs into hair.
The immortal's fur gently flows with the wind or hair burst that came with. He catches the falling canvas with a shadow. The macaque only sighs yet again, finding the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. "I don't like that damn idiot but for today.." He sighs and says to no one but gets rid of his bad mood quickly. A playful grin appears on his face as he disappears into the shadows.
While another individual that was currently cuddling up to a certain monkey king chuckled softly as the clone's memories returned to him.The monkey king in question shifted slightly to the noise, so the black haired mortal covered his mouth to muffle his happy laughter. 'I know macaque, I appreciate it all the more.' Softly speaking the words when he calmed down from his laughs.
The soft grumbles from the king in his embrace remind him to be quieter. He carefully strokes bristles of his fur before sinking back to the warm embrace, but not before he felt a familiar shadow figure when his eyes became half open. Giving a small smile when he heard a quiet plonk on the floor and a familiar warmth. He fell asleep with both his hero and warrior near him.