Godlike Climbing Skills

Tai had been floating about on his cloud above the lake for a short while, just relaxing and taking in the wonderful weather. His fur was a bit damp from the proximity to moisture, but he hardly cared. Laying back and letting out a low yawn, he crossed one leg over the other and started whistling a low-tempo tune. All was peaceful, until he abruptly heard a shout from nearby.

Squinting a bit, he drifted over in the direction of the noise. "Climb like a god, huh?" He chuckled absently, scratching his chin as he neared the source of the yell. Crossing his legs and puffing on a freshly rolled joint as he was apt to do on a glorious day such as today, he raised a brow, amused at the display before him. "'Sup, kid? Where you climbin' to, heaven?"

Tai snickered, rubbing his chin and grinning with his big ole monkey teeth showing. "Well shit, yeah, they better be watchin' their backs if they got somebody like you peekin' over the horizon. Shivering in their divine bunny slippers." He laughed even louder when she asked if he was the monkey king, putting a hand on his belly and smacking it a bit. "Monkey king, nah. I guess monkey prince is sorta accurate. My dad is Sun Wukong, and he's a wicked huge douchebag." He took another drag on his joint, blowing a series of gradually smaller smoke rings that danced through one another.