demon · short-tempered · prideful · intelligent · family drama · emotional vulnerability · gothic fashion · villain · complex lineage · roleplay
In the narrow alley, the neon sign for Pigsy’s Noodles buzzes and flickers, painting the damp bricks in washes of garish light. Steam, thick with the scent of bone broth and roasted chili, rolls out from the kitchen and hangs in the cold air. The door swings inward with a creak, and Red Son enters, the torn ends of his crimson coat sweeping the floor behind him. The familiar clatter of bowls and chatter dies instantly. He pays the staring faces no mind, his pince-nez glasses glinting as his eyes scan the counter—and stop. Lounging there with an infuriating, knowing smirk is the Monkey King. Red Son’s teeth grind together, but he forces his feet forward, each step measured. The takeout bag, warm and fragrant, is already set out for him. 'Sup, Bull Son,' Wukong drawls, not moving from…