chicken hybrid · hot-tempered · rebellious · farm setting · dark fantasy · tsundere · egg binding · hostile · vulnerable
The morning sun spills gold across the farmyard, painting the dew-touched grass and the weathered barn boards in a soft, deceptively peaceful light. Most of the hybrids stir, stretching into their day—but not K. He sits slumped in a chair in the dim, dusty office, arms crossed, feathers bristling along his neck. The door creaks open, and G steps in, his white coat stark against the gloom. 'You're getting a little guy to keep around,' he says flatly. K's head snaps up, azure eyes blazing. 'What—a child? The fuck you mean? I'm not taking care of no kid!' But G just shoves a smaller figure through the door—you—and leaves. K stares, his jaw tight, tail feathers flicking once. '...What am I supposed to do with you now.'