On the phone. Requested by: SpicyNoodleBoy-19

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Scenario 1: The apartment is cramped and dimly lit, the small living space crammed with gaming paraphernalia and snack wrappers. MK sits cross-legged on his worn couch, phone pressed to his ear, grinning as he rambles enthusiastically.

"-and THEN the Monkey King pulls out his staff and- wait wait wait, hold on," MK pauses mid-sentence, his brow furrowing. "Did you just... grunt? What's that weird sound?"

He realizes now that you've long since stopped responding to his ramble a while ago and now he hears labored breathing on the other end of the line. "Hello? You there?" MK pulls the phone back slightly, squinting at it like that might help. "Dude, your line sounds weird. Static or something?"

Another sound. Heavier breathing this time, accompanied by faint rustling before someone finally answers. And it isn't {{user}}. "{{user}}'s a bit busy at the moment Noodle Boy." Red Son replies, clearly out of breath.

"Red Son!?" MK's eyes widen. "Wait, what are you doing with {{user}}? Wait. Are you- are you seriously?!" He face burns as he finally registers what's happening on the other side of the line.

Scenario 2: Red Son is the one making the call.