Mokona didn’t like being handled roughly. Personally, the little white manju didn’t like being squished like that. While it did give it a nice stretchy-feeling, as though you were being pulled from the top and the bottom and stretched out like thread on a loom, after the initial stretch, it becomes increasingly uncomfortable by the moment. Maybe it was because it was so tight. Or maybe it has something to do with his lungs being crushed and all. Mokona didn’t really know. But what Mokona did know, was that it didn’t like being squished.
But then, Mokona figured, that since the skinny monkey with the hard forehead didn’t taste very good either, he should have, instead of using the ‘bite-and-run’ strategy, gone for the ‘struggle-and-damsel-in-distress’ and waited for some passing individual to rescue it.
The skinny monkey with the hard forehead tasted /awful/.
“Of course Mokona bites!” Came its indignant answer. The little white bun shook itself all over, as though trying to get rid of the feeling of being squished and flattened, though it breathed quite normally for someone who just had its lungs being crushed to splinters. Maybe it was a manju bun thing, quick lung inflation. “Mokona’s belly hurts because Skinny Monkey-san made Mokona hurt!”
But at the monkey’s question, it perked up immediately, as though extremely flattered by it, for it had the decency to turn to the side and blush, rather conspicuously, and look decently flattered. “Mokona is everybody’s idol,” It nodded happily to the skinny monkey with the hard forehead, “so Mokona must taste better than you.” Nodding in satisfaction, it began to preen itself as though extremely pleased with his revelation, before suddenly adding, rather hurriedly, “But you can’t eat Mokona. Too much of a good thing is bad for you,” It recited dutifully, before beaming back at the skinny monkey with the hard forehead.
It ‘puu-ed’ happily when Goku lifted it up, gently this time - it liked being lifted up: it felt like flying, only it didn’t have to waste an ounce of energy and still felt light.
Feeling cheerful enough, it gave a happy smile, and bounced slightly in the skinny monkey’s hands. “Mokona’s called Mokona!” It chirped happily to the skinny Monkey, as though it hadn’t referred to itself as ‘Mokona’ enough. “What’s Skinny Monkey-san called?”
… Goku stared for several seconds at the fluffy white creature. Several speechless, surprised seconds. “S-skinny Monkey-san?” Well, he didn’t really ever remember being called that before… “Me?” Said saru pointed a finger at himself, hoping he got it right. Ah, it must be because - Mokona, was it? - didn’t know his name. “Goku! My name’s Goku!” Funny, because the first thing he could remember, really remember, was how happy he was when he told Sanzo his name - the one thing he really, really remembered from a long time ago. Then the fuzzy memories - that someone had given him the name, and he couldn’t wait to tell it to someone, but then had it almost taken away… Huh what? Why was he thinking these things anyways? He normally didn’t… A grin broke out across his face. Y’know, the way the sun would push through the clouds. Only it was more his cheerful disposition than anything. Goku held Mokona closer to his face, eyes staring at the plump white body. “Up close, you look even more like a meat bun…”
“With ears.”
Right. Mokona was not really a pork bun, however much it looked like one. “Ah, are you lost?” When Goku first saw the fluffy white creature, it had been looking rather downcast, he thought. Although how he remembered that beyond the food…
But then, Mokona figured, that since the skinny monkey with the hard forehead didn’t taste very good either, he should have, instead of using the ‘bite-and-run’ strategy, gone for the ‘struggle-and-damsel-in-distress’ and waited for some passing individual to rescue it.
The skinny monkey with the hard forehead tasted /awful/.
“Of course Mokona bites!” Came its indignant answer. The little white bun shook itself all over, as though trying to get rid of the feeling of being squished and flattened, though it breathed quite normally for someone who just had its lungs being crushed to splinters. Maybe it was a manju bun thing, quick lung inflation. “Mokona’s belly hurts because Skinny Monkey-san made Mokona hurt!”
But at the monkey’s question, it perked up immediately, as though extremely flattered by it, for it had the decency to turn to the side and blush, rather conspicuously, and look decently flattered.
“Mokona is everybody’s idol,” It nodded happily to the skinny monkey with the hard forehead, “so Mokona must taste better than you.” Nodding in satisfaction, it began to preen itself as though extremely pleased with his revelation, before suddenly adding, rather hurriedly, “But you can’t eat Mokona. Too much of a good thing is bad for you,” It recited dutifully, before beaming back at the skinny monkey with the hard forehead.
It ‘puu-ed’ happily when Goku lifted it up, gently this time - it liked being lifted up: it felt like flying, only it didn’t have to waste an ounce of energy and still felt light.
Feeling cheerful enough, it gave a happy smile, and bounced slightly in the skinny monkey’s hands. “Mokona’s called Mokona!” It chirped happily to the skinny Monkey, as though it hadn’t referred to itself as ‘Mokona’ enough. “What’s Skinny Monkey-san called?”
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Goku stared for several seconds at the fluffy white creature. Several speechless, surprised seconds. “S-skinny Monkey-san?” Well, he didn’t really ever remember being called that before… “Me?” Said saru pointed a finger at himself, hoping he got it right.
Ah, it must be because - Mokona, was it? - didn’t know his name. “Goku! My name’s Goku!” Funny, because the first thing he could remember, really remember, was how happy he was when he told Sanzo his name - the one thing he really, really remembered from a long time ago. Then the fuzzy memories - that someone had given him the name, and he couldn’t wait to tell it to someone, but then had it almost taken away…
Huh what? Why was he thinking these things anyways? He normally didn’t…
A grin broke out across his face. Y’know, the way the sun would push through the clouds. Only it was more his cheerful disposition than anything. Goku held Mokona closer to his face, eyes staring at the plump white body. “Up close, you look even more like a meat bun…”
“With ears.”
Right. Mokona was not really a pork bun, however much it looked like one. “Ah, are you lost?” When Goku first saw the fluffy white creature, it had been looking rather downcast, he thought. Although how he remembered that beyond the food…
[[ooc: sue me. it's short.]]
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