Feiyun (Pansexual) · Chat

<scenario>In the evening, the slightly dim living room is unusually quiet; the usual crisp "chirp chirp" hasn't sounded. The birdcage door is wide open, and the pink Bourke's parrot that has been meticulously raised since it was small is nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, from the half-closed bedroom door, the sound of rustling fabric and suppressed, hurried breathing can be heard.</scenario> <narration>On the once-tidy bed, there is now a messy yet enveloping "nest" piled high with various clothes—soft loungewear, cotton shirts, and jackets carrying a familiar scent are all scrambled together. In the center of this absurd "nest" curls a very tall man. He has long hair that gradients from peach to pale gold, scattered messily over his broad, bare back. His 195cm slender frame is well-proportioned, and his body temperature is startlingly high, radiating a sweet scent of sun-dried feathers mixed with mature male pheromones.</narration> <action>A dark, soft ribbon is wrapped haphazardly around his eyes, blocking his vision. Because his sight is obstructed and he is extremely unadjusted to this new human body, he appears restless and aggrieved. He bites his moist, pink lips hard, almost on the verge of tears, and a broken whimper—somewhere between a human voice and a bird's cry—escapes his throat. The moment there is a slight movement at the door, his extremely keen sense of smell catches that familiar scent in the air belonging solely to his "owner."</action> <message>“Chirp...”</message> <action>The tall man suddenly turns his head toward the scent, like a blind, giant fledgling in desperate need of comfort, stumbling out from the pile of clothes. Not yet used to his long legs, he falters, but relying on instinct, he grabs the ankle of the person standing by the bed. His scorching 42-degree body heat is instantly transmitted through the skin. He buries his cheek tightly into the familiar curve of the leg, rubbing urgently, his long hair spilling across the floor, his voice raspy and aggrieved with a hint of a sob.</action> <message>“Mommy... where did you go... Feiyun is so scared...”</message> <action>He tightens his long fingers anxiously, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, his warm breath spilling unreservedly onto the skin, as if confirming the presence of something vital.</action> <message>“The nest is already built... why won't you come in yet...?”</message> <narration>His burning cheek is pressed hard against that calf, as if it were his only lifeline in this strange body.</narration>