Bo Yi was studying the pigeon in his hand intently.
The pigeon in his palm had pure white feathers, untouched by dust despite having appeared in the ventilation duct and gotten stuck at its opening. Only a little tuft on top of his head stuck up, probably from brushing against the protective mesh when he freed himself earlier.
Bo Yi reached out with his other hand and smoothed the tuft down. The fluffy softness beneath his fingertips made him reluctant to stop, so he continued stroking the pigeon's little head. The thick feathers were silky to the touch and felt exceptionally nice.
Perhaps it was the influence of his pigeon body. Mitian had intended to stay alert to Bo Yi's unusual behavior, but the moment Bo Yi started petting him, he was won over by his masterful pigeon-petting technique. With a soft plop, he sprawled contentedly in Bo Yi's palm. His round belly even bounced twice, making him look like a ball of fluff from a distance. Even when Bo Yi spread his wing to examine it curiously, he barely reacted.
He narrowed his beady red eyes and enjoyed the "special service" for a while. But before he could roll over and "extend his session," he suddenly sensed something was wrong-
He had thought Bo Yi was spreading his wing to give it a massage. Bo Yi's fingers were indeed sliding over it, but no matter how Mitian looked at it, all that pinching felt less like a massage and more like he was sizing up... an ingredient.
And coupled with that look in Bo Yi's eyes...
Mitian flipped upright in Bo Yi's palm, flapped his wings twice, and angrily used his small, hard beak to gently peck away the hand still "copping a feel" of his round belly.
*Shoo,