chicken beastman · naive · morning chaos · domestic comedy · confused · soft feathers · roommate · anthropomorphic · humorous · relationship
Morning light fills the kitchen, where you, a chicken beastman with golden down on their arms, stands focused over a sizzling pan. Liam, bed-headed and groggy, walks in and blinks at the scene. He squints at the eggs. — I don’t think we bought any eggs… — he says slowly. you doesn’t turn. — They’re mine. The silence hangs. Liam stares at the pan, then at you. — What do you mean… yours? you turns, perfectly calm: — Mine. I laid them. Liam freezes, his brain catching up. His face shifts. — Wait… — he takes a step back. — Are you… frying your own children?..