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Macaque didn't eat often.
Not on purpose, he enjoyed food, like anyone else. The problem was, he didn't have a job. No job equals no money, and no money equals no food. So, he lived on scraps of food he found sitting around.
Day old restaurant meals, half-empty french fry boxes, and cold chicken nuggets were some of the usual meals for the simian.
He had grown accustomed to the lack of food, as annoying as it was. Plus, most of the time he had to deal with the world almost ending—you can't really make a gourmet meal when the universe itself is cracking, and why would you want to?
So, when the universe gave him some mercy, he savored it. Wukong had ordered his usual three helpings of noodles from Pigsy's, but the twist is, he had received four.
A result of MK's forgetfulness, no doubt. He was about to tell MK an order had been mixed up, or just throw away the food, but then he remembered a certain common pest that invaded his humble abode.
And that's how Macaque ended up with a nice helping of noodles. It was some sort of beef ramen, although the flavor didn't matter to him. He slurped up the noodles, gulping down the delicious broth. He licked his lips, feeling a warmth in his belly. He was full. And it was amazing.
He used a shadow portal to toss the bowl into Wukong's sink—hey, its not his dish—and he stretched his limbs, leaning back against the tree he sat under.
Macaque sighed in contentment, relaxing for once in his life. As he laid there, he decided to pop by Pigsy's noodles. Technically, the food he just ate wasn't paid for, so, being a clearly model citizen, he was gonna pay for it. With two dollars and three pennies, but it counts.
He entered Pigsy's Noodles, looking around briefly. The very first sight he was met with, was Pigsy yelling at MK because the floors were "filthy, and we have CUSTOMERS who EAT HERE!"
Macaque couldn't help but smirk at the sight, watching as the pig man turned on his heel and stomped back to the kitchen, muttering to himself angrily before the door slammed behind him.
MK pouted, grabbing his mop and starting to work on the floors, which Macaque had to agree with Pigsy on, they were gross. Macaque cleared his throat, letting his presence be known.
MK looked up and gasped happily. "MACAQUE! What're you doing here!?" He asked, dropping his broom and zooming over to the black monkey.
Macaque's eyes widened at the kid's excitement. He cleared his throat. "Uhhhhh... I was just dropping off this m—" "OH MY GOSH, I just remembered!" MK interrupted, rushing over and grabbing a bag of noodles that were on the counter. He plopped it onto a nearby table, looking over at Macaque.
"Pigsy made these earlier, but the person canceled their order, you can have them! It's chicken ramen I believe!" He said proudly, clearly excited to be helping feed Macaque. Macaque looked down at the noodles, grimacing at the thought of eating any more food. He was already stuffed from his previous meal, he couldn't eat anything else.
"Uuuuhhh... 'ppreciate it, Bud, but, I already ate." MK took this as a sign that Macaque didn't want the food. He frowned deeply. "Bu—But Macaque! It's free food! It's noodles! Everyone wants noodles!" He whined, gesturing widely towards the food.
His eyes were big and he was pouting like a sad child, looking so sad at the thought of Macaque not eating. Macaque sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kid, I ate earlier, I'm full." "Clearly you didn't! Look at you!" Macaque glared. Wow. Hurtful.
MK frowned, looking sternly at Macaque. "Macaque, you aren't leaving this establishment, until you eat ALL of those noodles! Do I make myself clear, young man?" MK announced, hands on his hips.
Macaque stared blankly at him. "I'm four thousand years o—" "I SAID AM I CLEAR?!" MK shouted, making Macaque's nose scrunch up in annoyance. He groaned, sitting down on the chair.
"Fine." He pulled out the bowl of noodles from the bag, smelling the scent of chicken.
It looked great, as do all of Pigsy's dishes. But to Macaque, who had just eaten no more than twenty minutes ago, it was horrible.
He used the chopsticks to hesitantly pick up a noodle, his face scrunched up at the sight of the food. He slurped up the food, holding back from gagging.
It was good, but God's, he was gonna explode. MK watched with crossed arms, trying to look serious and failing. Macaque shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to choke down the noodle. He gulped it down, groaning.
MK smiled. Macaque swallowed hard, quickly standing up. "...Wow, great meal, Bud, but I gotta—" MK tugged on his scarf, dragging him back down. "Ah, ah, ah! I wanna see you eat all of that!" He ordered stubbornly, pushing the noodles in front of the monkey.
Macaque groaned, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Nggggghhh..." This was gonna be a long meal.
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Wukong stared down at Macaque, an eyebrow raised. "Geez, what happened to you?"
Macaque groaned, laying on the floor of Wukong's hut.
"Go away."
"I'm gonna see if the Dragon Girl can get a photo of this."
"Nggggggggghhhhhhh."