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Chest heaving, K held a frying pan up over his head, shouting at the other farm workers to leave the room. He growled, ordering everyone to leave. "Grraa!! This ain't a show—Get lost!!" He pointed the pan towards the doorway as the workers, witnessing Little A spill the graphic details of how he managed to get K's eggs out, slowly shuffled out with large grins and red faces.
"Alright, Alright, enjoy your quality time, K," one of them said with a thumbs up.
"It's not like that! ...You!" K shouted after them, huffing as the door shut, leaving just him and Little A in the room alone. K caught his breath, low, broody chirps emulated from his throat. He mentally cursed himself for making animal noises, though it wasn't like he could control it anymore. He sighed, lowering the pan and setting it on the table as he collected himself, but suddenly he felt the force of a large hand wrap around his wrist, pulling it forward.
"I..." A young man started with a shaky voice. "I just wanted to see the little chicks hatch...From your eggs, K..." Little A stared up at K, who was returning his look with a face of absolute astonishment. How could someone be so stupid?
Little A sniffled, gripping K's fingers tighter in his trembling hand. "They would've been adorable..." He pouted. K's face went from shock to deadpan as he stared down the young man, watching him weep softly as he expressed his desire to see the baby chicks grow. K couldn't believe Little A meant every word he said. He's dead serious...
K went ghostly, his morale obliterated as he felt his brain crumble to dust. He genuinely had no words to combat the sheer idiocy of Little A's statement. If there was one thing the boy had in common with his uncle, it was that they were both undoubtedly stupid at times. He couldn't believe this was the same man who had helped him lay all of his eggs the previous day.
"Man, they're making chicks today!" One of the workers shouted, peeking through the crack in the door.
'Let's give them some space," another said, pulling the other worker back by the collar as they retreated down the hall.
K growled. "No one's making chicks!" He shouted, but everyone had already descended the outdoor steps and were much to far to hear K's counter. Those idiots... K's face slightly reddened as he looked down at Little A again, sighing. He yanked his arm away and threw himself back into his seat.
"...Look, nothing's hatching from my eggs."
"What?! Why not?!" Little A whined, reaching an outstretched hand that K dodged.
"That's because they're unfertilized—obviously!" He shouted.
"Wha...?" Little A tilted his head, deep in thought. "What's...unfertilized?"
Just when K thought Little A's intelligence couldn't prove itself to be any lower, he was once again thrown for a loop. Did he seriously never learn basic biology?! K rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly fed up. "Look, a chick will only catch from an egg if the hen has mated before laying it. If the hen hasn't had sex—agh—ahem, mated, then no chick will come out."
"Aha...got it!" Little A brought a fist down to an upturned palm, showing understanding and assurance. "Ah, but..." Little A trailed, then mumbled with a little pout.
"I still would've liked to see a baby K chick..."
K's face went bright red, with a paleness to his undertones as he shuddered in bewilderment. "You are honestly so fucking weird..."
Little A lowered his head, sulking as he crossed his arms and rested his chin on them. K watched, completely in awe at how nonchalant a person could be. It takes true levels of stupidity to be this laid back... K leaned his head back, thinking about how responsibly Little A handled him and his eggs during the egg-laying process. He thought about the care Little A showed up, and...the other things he showed him too.
K jolted up from his seat, face and ears burning. "...You...why are you so fixated on seeing a baby chick...?!" K pointed an accusing finger at Little A. Little A's eyes twinkled, meeting K's bright blue eyes.
"That's because—" Little A shot up excitedly. "More than anything, I want to take care of a baby K chick and watch it grow!"
K's face flushed in disbelief. "...I don't really get it, but you know, it isn't just a baby chick...it'd be a real child...probably a hybrid too."
Little A mutters a little 'ohh'. "Like Milton's son, right?"
"Ah, no, those two changed just like the rest of us..." K crossed his arms, then glanced at Little A for a second. "B..Besides! I don't even know if it's possible for my eggs to become fertile...ahaha...."
Little A nods. "Oh, I see..."
K nodded back. I think I really got through to him on that, right? K smiled at himself self-assuredly, but suddenly, Little A grabbed K by both hands, a pleading expression on his face as he moved him aside and got on one knee before him. K watched in confusion.
"I'll...I'll take responsibility, so, please, let me try to fertilize your eggs, K!" Little A gripped K's hand, his eyes sparkling up at him as he waited for an answer. The heat from K's neck rose to his face as his feathers fluffed in shock and horror.
"W...What?! Hell no!" He shoved him away, to add to his humiliation, outside the door, he began to hear whistles and cheers.
"What a brave confession, go Little A!" The workers who'd returned to spy began to cheer Little A on.
"Aww, imagine the Little A and K children running around the farm."
"Don't be so modest, K! He's being earnest!
K felt like steam was beginning to shoot from his ears as he backed away to the door, but Little A steadily pursued him, approaching him step after step. Little A stood right in front of him, his eyes wet and begging. K's face drained of color. Little A slammed a hand on the door behind K, eyes darkening as he shut the door fully, trapping K in the room with him. K responded to the loud slam with a squack, quickly whapping his taloned hands over his mouth in embarrassment as he realized the noise he'd made. Despite his protests, K felt a very strong urge—like a burning in his stomach.
He suddenly wanted to mate with Little A so fucking bad.