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        “ sherman, i’m serious, “ the dog immediately said upon hearing the half-hearted response he’d received, attempting to keep his tone gentle but firm. “ you know i’m not tolerating anyone mistreating you, let alone — this. “ it was admittedly taking a great amount of effort for mr. peabody not to allow his genuine frustration of the situation to get the better of him — it would, after all, not help anything, much less help sherman. but frankly, could anyone blame him ?  his boy had been physically harmed, his glasses broken. it was completely unacceptable.

          everything hurt. as he’d been carefully pulled from the horrific sight in the piazza and into somewhere dry, alberto had begun the transformation back to human.. and the sight was.. not pretty. covered in bruises and scrapes, his nose was clearly broken, dark bruising appearing around his eyes and on the bridge, several large cuts on his cheeks and arms.    

      of course, the WORST injury of all was the large stab wound that pierced his collarbone and came out through his back.    he felt dizzy from blood loss, even with things pressed against the injuries, and his eyes flickered to massimo, expression crumbling, tears burning behind his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. 

        “ don’t give me that, i can smell the chocolate on you, “ mr. peabody said, deadpan, even prior to his eyes just so happening to wander in time to catch his son attempting to subtly wipe away the evidence of his ‘ crimes ‘ from his shirt. he’d give the boy some credit for at least attempting to seem innocent.

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        “ wuguang... “ the former monkey king murmured, a deep frown apparent on his features. he had, unfortunately (or, perhaps, fortunately, depending on how one wished to view it), not been present for much of the incident that took place, having been forcefully cut off from his grandson by an entity whose malice could be felt down to sun wukong’s very spirit, despite his connection with the younger stone monkey being one that was more on the telepathic side. it reminded him very much of some of the more psychologically taxing demons he’d encountered in the past, and to say he had been frightened for his grandson’s safety would’ve been a severe understatement. the entire time he’d been terrified, completely helpless to do anything but wait and see if he would ever reach his dearest sun wuguang again.

        when he had finally gotten ahold of him, again, it had been made evident that quite a bit of damage had been done in his absence, although not the physical damage that he had so deeply feared the entire time. rather, he had noticed the silence, the glances, the general awkwardness and bitterness that seemed to linger in the air. before he noticed all of that, however, above all he had noticed that that apetrully had not been wearing the mask that concealed his true identity for so long. it had quickly become clear that, whatever it was that had occurred during the time sun wukong couldn’t contact him, it had exposed his true identity to those he had been leading.

        the idea that the demon had resulted in this hardly surprised sun wukong in the slightest — no demon that would attempt to bring harm to his grandson would ever care to keep his secret — but nonetheless, the great sage felt sympathy for sun wuguang’s current plight, and the words that the younger stone monkey uttered to him only served to deepen that sympathy further. he had, indeed, warned apetrully several times about keeping up this human disguise of his, having even attempted to persuade him on occasion to give up the act before it was too late. however, that did not mean that he was about to deliver the ol’ ‘ i told you so ‘ to him for not heeding his words. the poor commander was already experiencing enough guilt, and given the circumstances of this forced reveal, it would only seem cruel to place all blame on his shoulders.

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“ who me? ”  the beautiful mink flutters her eyelashes coyly, flashing the macaque demon a pearly grin.  oooh~ this one was a looker. she leans her cheek on her shoulder as she shrugs,  and turns her head,  feigning disinterest.  

“ minerva mink.  or just minerva. don’t wear it out,  handsome. ”  she purrs, placing her hands behind her and leaning towards the other curiously. 

“ well? aren’t you gonna tell me  your  name? ”

        it should’ve come as ABSOLUTELY no surprise that the monkey king seemed to have a particularly bad habit of escalating arguments to the point of a physical altercation, especially when it came to his shadow. usually, the stone monkey was far more mouthy during their battles, bantering and teasing as he typically would, but as soon as macaque had wrapped his hands around wukong’s throat, his normally overconfident look at vanished from his expression at once, a brief look of shock passing over his features when he abruptly realized his windpipe was being squeezed. although, it probably shouldn’t have shocked him that it came to this; him running his mouth during an already intense fight never did him any favours.

        sun wukong gripped onto macaque’s wrists, digging his claws right in, teeth bared and eyes screwed shut in his attempt to pry them off. hearing the other monkey’s rather ominous sounding words certainly didn’t help him any. all it did was make him realize that this was one of those times where macaque might’ve actually been making an attempt to kill him. like, really trying to kill him. and while for most beings alive on this green bitch of an earth, he wouldn’t be fazed since they couldn’t kill him, macaque just so happened to be one of the few that actually, probably could if he tried hard enough.

        of course, the great sage would never allow for that to happen, at least not this easily. seriously, could you IMAGINE — him living for THIS long just to get strangled to death by his asshole ‘ baby brother ?? ‘ he’d die of embarrassment first.