#herecomesmk

damn ok ur just gonna keep going

❛     hey,  one  of  us  has to  be  the  evil  mk  ;     it’s  twin - slash - clone - slash - alternate - universe  101.     i  don’t  want  it  to  be  me,  buuuuut ...     ❜

        Not again. Why was he always listening. Why was he always there uninvited, has he not had enough of his outbursts and confessions ? Why didn't he just leave him alone, can't Macaque see he doesn't want anyone around ? This wasn't supposed to happen, no one was supposed to hear him- !

        As soon as he felt himself sink, instinct kicked in. " OH COME ON, NOT THIS TRICK AGAIN, I'M SICK OF YOU ALWAYS BUTTING IN WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT, IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME THEN FACE ME LIKE A NORMAL PERSON- er... MONKEY- WHATEVER- " All said with a swift movement of his staff, extended perpendicular, thus holding himself suspended above the portal. Such effort would prove futile, with the portal shifting before he could do much about it, falling right through. " Oh blocks... "

        Through the floor he went, unable to get back through before it could close. At least he managed to stick the landing this time around.

        " You got me here now. 'Ya happy ? Want another round of the hero tormenting himself, or whatever it was again, huh ? That it ? Well you got it right here ! Laugh it up like I know you want to ! " So much screaming, to seemingly nothing and no one, as it was the case to anyone unaware of who was the rage's target. Already not doing so well, and being sent through a portal sure didn't help him calm down, his anger had the better of him hostage.

        No thoughts were clear at this point.

It was hard to watch.

And that was coming from someone who loved watching people be torn apart by their own short comings. That was coming from someone who kicked people while they were down, who lived for the short lived power trip of it all. And maybe Macaque himself wasn’t thinking very clearly either, because when he sees the Monkey King’s prodigy shrieking his heart out, echoing thoughts and feelings that he was all too familiar with, all the demon can see is himself. As much as it angers him, he wants to feel proud of MK for being honest with himself, but it’s when the kid starts APOLOGZING that Macaque becomes frustrated. No, that just wont do. I won’t have you backing down like that.

MK would find that he’s landed in the very same kwoon that they first trained together in, and it appeared to be empty, the only movement being the passing shadows of cars and people from outside the building’s windows. Macaque waits as the kid continues to yell, waiting for him to be done. Though the shadow monkey had a feeling he was far from it.

Then, he appears before the monkie kid as another shadow passes them by.

“ Do you hear me laughing, MK ? ” Ohoh, a name drop. That’s how you know he’s being serious. The demon fixes MK with a hard stare, an accusatory finger being pointed, and continues.

coughs not fully underserved coughs

@herecomesmk​ SAID: ❝ you're warm, i don't want to let you go. ❞

❝ Mmm, ❞ is all he can say, nestled against the tree as the other lies against him -- or rather, utilizes him as an electric pillow. Not that Red Son particularly minds. As intense as their rivalry could be at times, this is... nice. Just the quietness between them, a closeness he's not really felt with anyone else ( though perhaps that's because he's never really let someone get so close before; Noodle Boy is the exception, it seems ).

The fire demon takes a breath, closing his eyes as a hand snakes around the other, subtly, slowly, yet almost protectively. This moment between them is serene as it is important; anyone else would be wise not to disturb it.

@herecomesmk​ SAID: ❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞ // uwu

it’s all about the yearning. / accepting!

Few sentences could shake Red Son with the same vigor and emotion than MK's words just had. There's a tense, drawn-out silence as he looks over his shoulder, staring at the Monkie Kid intensely. It's no ordinary statement; it's one the fire demon has had echo in their head, time and time again -- HE JUST NEVER SAYS THAT OUT LOUD. To admit it out loud means WEAKNESS, to admit it out loud means DEFEAT... and there is no time to dwell on such matters.

❝ Noodle Boy... ❞ his words are speechless as they are stunned, brows raising in surprise yet subtle sympathy. Oh, all that time ago, he would have been greatly dismissive of similar words. NO ONE COULD HOPE TO UNDERSTAND. But to speak that exact order, with that exact emotion, MK knows. He understands how it feels, and Red Son isn't entirely sure what to do with that information. A sigh, and his brow furrows. Is it out of anger ( WHO DARES THROW THIS WEIGHT UPON HIM? ) or anguish? There's no way to tell, but the gentle placement of the hands upon the other's shoulders more than dictates. It's as if Red Son himself is waiting for words to surface, but they never come. After all, this is just an intense mystery of life Red Son has yet to figure out for himself. A hand falls from one of MK's shoulders.

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