He was very comfortable in his little nest, curled up and comfortable. He could still kind of drape his wings over himself too, and he was really happy he got a little nest all for himself.
He wasn’t bothered when Ray sat onto the bed, not knowing why the other had attempted to change him in the first place.
“Give it some water and crumbs! Stupid bird doesn’t get expensive meat!”, he chirped, before curiously copying the cooeing sound Ray had made. That was a nice sound! He trilled a happy melody, hopping up and down. He wished he could fly, but he couldn’t.
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