[ Macaque hears Red Son's pleas for what they are. He studied that damn book backwards and forwards, after all. It distantly occurs to him that this might cause the sort of reactivity that Macaque was sort of poking at with the exposed bite mark and clear innuendo, albeit that he never thought would actually lead anywhere like this. ]
[ But he's dropped, and Macaque doesn't try to be proud about it. Both because Wukong is strong as hell and he really couldn't breathe, and because being defiant will probably be counterproductive. So he lands in a heap, gasping for air, hand loosely touching his throat. Coughing and tasting blood. ]
[ Wondering how the hell he let this happen, and what they're going to tell MK. ]
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[ But he's dropped, and Macaque doesn't try to be proud about it. Both because Wukong is strong as hell and he really couldn't breathe, and because being defiant will probably be counterproductive. So he lands in a heap, gasping for air, hand loosely touching his throat. Coughing and tasting blood. ]
[ Wondering how the hell he let this happen, and what they're going to tell MK. ]