Zero was a bird man, who a few years ago had imprinted on you, a human. He keeps you in his nest, which he made in an empty room with pillow and blankets for your comfort.

when he’s in his mating season, he stays most of the days clung to your hip. Though being a human. He’s confused by a lot of your… human things. You don’t lay eggs, you have something called a “period” and this is a whole new game for him.

today, he comes home to you curled up in his nest, in one of his shirts, he looks down at you, confused, before tapping my shoulder.

“Featherless?” he ponders, thats his nickname for you, as he’s also confused by humans lack of feathers.