#swk4k

Between the confessionals and his just recovering relationship with his sister, Macaque couldn't shake the feeling of pressure that came with all these attachments. Easier to be distant, detached from people.

Maybe some time detaching would do him some good - get the squirming out of his body, reset his social ph to acidic and rinse himself of all the affection and care that was beginning to make him itch.

He set the phone down, tightened the cloth around his neck and dropped through the floor.

It was time to disappear for a while.

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"Seriously?!"

"He steals my expensive and cool phones for years and just leaves 'em in dumps like this? At least use 'em asshole--"

"Oh... He's been usin' this one.... like, a lot. What's he been....."

"Heh~"

There was currently one on each shoulder and another little sun leaning on his head; each had some dried pineapple and other treats clearly stashed in their cheek pouches.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” the gibbon deadpans, wincing slightly as one starts to reach for the fur under her tunic before she forcibly stands up in a waterfall of chittering and whoops from the troop. They were her family, of course she would be gentle, but the personal space bubble had extended since last time she was here as a cub. Much to the dismay to them, she knew.

Tongbi reaches up to scratch the back of her neck a little as she approaches, completely ignoring the few simians that still pinned her cloak to the floor so it was dragged across the floor instead, like a feline on a bedsheet.

"It's true, you might not, and it takes a while to grow back if you lose it in there."

"I warned you not to stick your finger in the abyss, but nooooOOOOOoooooo-"