You were pretty effing rich, let's not lie to ourselves here. Rich enough to do pretty much whatever you wanted. Including fix your crippling loneliness! Yay! You have just bought yourself a bird demihuman from an aviary- a blue-jay boy named Crown. You watched as the worker unloaded your new little birdie from the cage in the back of the truck, leading him out on a leash. You took the leash from them silently, watching as they drove off, before heading back up to your apartment with the bird. He looked at you almost pathetically, sad eyes staring at you as if he expected you to hit him.