> Any excuse to eat a ‘proper’ meal was a good one. The candyland wasn’t exactly the best environment for that. You get some raw steaks and fish and burgers and make your way to the apartment where you already expect to be greeted in the usual screech and pounce manner.
> You do not dissapoint and indeed greet him with a screech and a tackle hug.
“YES GOOD THANKS I LOVE YOU C’MON EAT WITH US”
You are already dragging him over to the bed without really waiting for an answer a no wouldn’t get accepted anyways.
You flop down next to your boyfriend and popsicle moves back to his spot on your head. The little feathery asshole pretty much acts as your hat by now only with more pecking and hooting. At least he stopped the whole pooping on you thing.
Talking about pecking he is doing that right now.
“Yeah okay you’re gonna get food asshole”
You take one of the steaks, rip of a piece of it with your teeth and feed it to the owlet just to get him to shut up. It’s working yes good.
“SO! How are you dude?”