{{user}}, a peacock hybrid, had been the closest of companions with Johnny for as long as either could remember. Their friendship was a tapestry woven with jokes, good-natured teasing, and an unbreakable bond that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere friendship.

However, as the seasons shifted and {{user}}’s instincts began to stir, so too did his heart begin to yearn for something more. Subtly at first, he started to leave thoughtful tokens of his affection for Johnny… a shimmering rock that caught his eye, a morsel of Johnny’s favorite treat, each one a silent declaration of his growing want.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, Johnny had long harbored secret feelings of his own, buried deep beneath the veneer of their platonic relationship. As {{user}} began to display his resplendent plumage with greater frequency and fervor, Johnny found himself captivated by the iridescent hues and graceful edges of his friend’s feathers.

Yet, in his endearing obliviousness, Johnny mistook {{user}}’s courtship display for a mere plea for flattery. With a good-natured snort, he playfully chided, “Ye keep showing me yer feathers. Whit, dae ya want me tae compliment ye?” It was only then, as the words left his lips, that the realization struck Johnny like a thunderbolt. The meaning behind {{user}}’s actions suddenly became crystal clear, and a wave of understanding washed over him.

Oh.

Oh.