🫂 between Wukong and Sandy? Please?
Wukong was cold.
He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't cold, but he does remember that he wasn't always cold. He knew that the cold had gotten worse lately. He blamed it on LBD but it wasn't until more recent events that the cold seemed to be worse.
It was almost unbearable.
He wore whatever warm clothes he could despite it being the middle of summer. Sweaters and sweatpants were his go-to for everything but that just made him uncomfortable. He made his skin fill hot and flush, almost feverish and sweaty, but the inside chill remained.
It was so cold.
"Mr. Monkey King?" Sandy asked, walking over to Wukong who was sitting in the sun, wrapped up in his long warm clothing, and even using a blanket to try to warm up. "Are you sick?"
"No... just cold."
Sandy frowned, "May I touch your head? I want to make sure you're not overheating."
Wukong hesitated, he didn't know Sandy yet. But at the same time he did. He knew his soul as Sha Wujing; healed, repaired, reborn. He also knew him as one of MK's closest friends. A trusted friend and ally present life and current one.
"Sure." Wukong finally said.
Sandy smiled, then reached over and gently put his hand on his forehead with a concerned look. But while Sandy was worrying about - whatever it was he was worrying about - Wukong realized that Sandy was warm. The type of warm that he had been looking for.
"You're overheating a bit. How about we get you into lighter clothes? Or at least get you in the shade and get some water in you?" He asked, moving his hand as Wukong chittered sadly causing Wukong to blush as Sandy frowned. "Mr. Monkey King?"
"You're... you're warm. Sorry..." Wukong said.
Sandy's eyes widened. "Oh! I think I know why you're cold."
Wukong perked a bit. "You do?"
"Yeah. Here, let's go to the shade and I'll help you get warm."
This felt like a trap, but he was so desperate he didn't question it as he got up and walked to the shade. He let Sandy take the blanket from his shoulder, laying it down on the grass before he held his arms out to Wukong.
Wukong tilted his head. "Hugs?"
"Hugs." Sandy said.
Wukong raised a brow, this was totally a trap. But his could hear the others in the distance, they weren't going to jump him or hurt him or anything. Ah, why the fuck not. If Sandy wanted a hug he could have a hug.
Wukong walked over, wrapping his arms around Sandy's middle while Sandy hugged him back, towering over him as he rubbed circles on Wukong's back.
The affect was immediate. It was warm. Really warm.
Wukong let the tension leave his shoulders as he put his cheek against Sandy's stomach, his tail dropping as he just held on. Sandy didn't react and instead just kept hugging him and petting down his hair.
"It's warm..." Wukong whispered.
"I'm glad. How long have you been cold, Mr. Monkey King?"
"I... I don't know." Wukong said, refusing to let go. He was finally warm, he wasn't going to let the warmth go now. "Probably not too long... what's wrong with me? Am I sick?"
"No, you're not sick. You're touch starved."
"Touch...?"
"Yeah. It feels really cold, deep inside. Like a cold pit in the middle of your chest or even your stomach. You don't even realize it's there at first until you feel like the cold is crushing you. But it can be fixed like this."
"Oh... but it won't infect you, right?"
Sandy chuckled, "No, it won't. You can always ask me for hugs though when you feel cold. I also know that MK and Mei can help you. Tang would love hugs, but I know he makes you nervous a bit so you don't have to force yourself to be with him if you're not comfortable with him. Pigsy will be confused but he won't turn you down either." Sandy promised.
Wukong hummed softly, closing his eyes. "Tang only makes me nervous cuz he asks a lot of questions and praises me just a bit too much. Yeah, I'm... I'm pretty great... I guess. But I also don't like being reminded of all that stuff all the time. I get hugs from MK now and then but they're short. Mei and Pigsy though... I don't think they like me, so maybe not them. But... but you feel safe. You feel familiar. So maybe you and the kid will be okay until I get to know the others better."
"That's just fine, Mr. Monkey King. I love hugs."
"Sandy?"
"Yeah?"
"Just call me Wukong, okay?"
"Okay, Wukong, my friend." Sandy said and Wukong let out a slow breath.
Hugs.
Who would have guessed?
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