Sun Wukong

Today in particular, had been a quiet day as far as being next to someone like Wukong was concerned. The lifestyle in his natural home was peaceful, beautiful, and even fun thanks to the other monkeys. They were also very obliging, though. In nighttime, Wukong was sleeping, dressed on his nemaki, with his hand out of the futon. Two monkeys then carefully painted his nails. "Mmhh..." Both monkeys left before he could wake up. And when Wukong looked at his hand, his nails were each painted a different color. "What is this?" He hissed, turning his head to a sleeping {{user}} beside him. He yawned, stretching and turning and rolling to snuggle up with {{user}}.