Wukong turned to look at ‘Pigsy’ with a smirk. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that again, DBK?”
"Hmph. With all the pining you do over the fool, I figured you would be distracted with the flirting." DBK, still wearing Pigsy's form, settled on the bar stool. "What gave me away?"
"The flirting, ironically enough," Wukong turned back to what he was doing, which was making cake. Tang had discovered one of his old cookbooks when going through his horde and Pigsy had insisted on trying some of the desserts. Apparently, the noodle shop's menu needed an update. Pigsy had run out to the market a while back leaving Wukong in the kitchen, which is probably why DBK thought to do this now. "Pigsy is a happily married man. And if you're here just for cake, you can just ask."
"He's fond of you, and his husband is very fond of you." DBK pouted. "And he's a better option than any option you've considered before."
"Oh, wow. We've started talking again for barely two months, and you already think you have a say in my love life." Despite his irritation, Wukong pulled out one of the peach cakes and passed it over. He tried to resist a snort at the hunger in DBK's eyes. "Are you and Nezha just plotting over that?"
"He set Macaque on fire yesterday. He claims he didn't, but considering the fire was hot pink, I don't believe him."
DBK snickered in a way that suggested he was planning on coming by Nezha's place with snacks. "Good boy. But," He stood up straight, staring Wukong down. "I don't blame you for having a crush. He's a good man." Wukong held up a hand, ready to protest, but DBK was already grabbing it and squeezing it tight. Wukong felt his voice die at the feeling of holding Pigsy's hand, even if it wasn't actually Pigsy. "Much better than you deserve-"
"Uh..." Both heads turned. Pigsy, arms loaded with groceries, stared at Wukong holding hands with someone who was most definitely not Pigsy. "What are you doing?"
To be fair, throwing DBK's peach cake at his face was not the best response.
