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“Hey, sleepy monkey-” Wukong grumbles with his own, tired, hoarse voice as he sinks his fingers into his son’s soft, silky hair where he snoozes with his head on the Monkey King’s lap. In front of them the credits roll on one of the god’s favourite 1970′s kung fu films, that he had been trying to share with his son, but it seemed the young monkey had had a busy day, and he’d fallen asleep against him after not too long. Gently brushing back Tao’s hair, the god sighs softly, but lets a smile tug at his lips. “What am I going to do with you” he hums before yawning as his own busy morning at the hospital was also wearing him down. “Pizza, we need pizza-” he grumbles, but already his own eyes were closing as his head tilts back with another, sleepy yawn. 

There he is, in all his sleepy, scruffy glory. His son. Fresh to the island and to a world of new possibilities, ready to learn all about his royal monkey heritage. “Tao-” he calls out softly, moving over to gently shake his arm, before he chuckles and sits beside him. “Wake up, you sleepy baboon” he teases before lightly pinching his nose. “I should have known you wouldn’t be on time, or arrive on the day you said! You’re far too much like me-” he grins, slipping his fingers into silky black strands to ruffle them affectionately. 

"O-Oh, thank you," she responded softly, wrapping his jacket around her small frame. Aura hadn't expected it to get so cold, let alone to actually start raining - but there she was standing in the rain, her dress soaked and the bus no where in sight. She sighed, "I really need to get home. My puppy's home alone and he gets nervous if I'm gone for too long."

"What? This is fine," Hwiyoung insisted, though he was feeling the burn in his mouth as well. Perhaps he had gone a little too rouge with the chilli flakes, and maybe the extra peppers weren't necessary either - but it was still good. "If you need water, it's in the fridge," he gestured, but a little smirk curved his lips, "Or do you want milk instead?"

Harper laughed, hand reaching to push back his hair - no doubt a mess from the hours that he had just spent in studio. "Tao, I know I look like trash, but I feel great," he said, fixing the sports bag on his shoulder, "Nothing is better than a long day of classes and practice. Though it's almost time for me to hit the gym too - do you want to come with me?"

“That your way of flirting?” Kaz gave the man beside him a cheeky wink and a grin as he leaned back against the counter in Tao’s kitchen. Since coming to this island, Kazuma needed to find someone he could trust with the decorations he wanted to add to his body and he managed to track down sun of Wukong for some of his more... delicate piercing needs. Being the charismatic and talkative person that he was, he was always happy to make new friends. It also helped when they were someone he could flirt with, and seeing Tao’s inexperienced self reacting to his obvious flirtations was something that was highly entertaining for the bartender. They had decided to hang out today and try out cooking on their own. Being a perpetual bachelor, at least it seemed like he would be, Kazuma hated cooking on his own. If someone, like a new friend, could teach him (or just cook for him) he was happy to oblige. The man crossed his long legs covered in tattered black jeans as his tattooed arms flexed against the counter. “What are you making anyway?” Not that he was picky he was just... particular. 

   His bright hazel colored eyes look like they are trying to peer into his friend to see if there was something he could do to help him. “Did you not get a shipment to the shop or something?”