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Apples.
Apples have been the only thing on Berdly’s mind for the past 4 weeks, 12 days, and 56 minutes. (Don’t ask him how he keeps track of that.) And it’s not the crisp crunch of Apples, or the millions of possible confections you could create with them. But instead, it’s the cheap 2 in 1 shampoo that his supposed rival turned friend uses: Kris Dreemurr.
To Berdly, Apples isn’t just a word. It’s an intoxicating scent that he’ll never get enough of. A yearning that’s been festering deep within his SOUL for the past 5 or so weeks. So long as if it’s off of Kris.
“Birdbrainn, wake up.”
Kris said, kicking at the back of Berdly’s chair as he snapped back to reality.
“KRIS!!” Berdly yelled, his head doing a 180. “You do realize that it’s incredibly rude to pester others whilst they are concentrated?!”
“Yeah whatever, anyway class is over soo.” Kris said, getting up and walking infront of Berdly as he once again smelled the familiar trace of Apples.
“Wait! Kris?” Berdly said, standing up and almost tripping over his chair.
“Waddup?” Kris said, too lazy to speak proper English apparently.
“Can I.. Um.. Ask..” Berdly don’t mess this up. “W-what…” He looked down in shame.
“What shampoo do you use?”
Kris almost laughed, “I dunno? The cheap kind you find at San’s convenience store I guess.” Kris continued, “I’ve had it for years.”
“Oh! Very well then..” Berdly said, solemn and defeated.
…
“Why, do you like how I smell?” Kris replied smugly, catching onto what Berdly was implying.
“I- N-NO! That’s simply ludicrous of you to even C-CONSIDER!!” His feathers immediately puffed up as his face turned a rich hue of dark blue. Kris couldn’t help but let out a cackle.
“I-ITS NOT FUNNY!”
“Dude, you’re such a dork- cmere.” Kris said as they hugged Berdly, leaning their head over his shoulder.
Berdly had no idea what to do, and I’m sure Kris was well aware because of how much he looked a disheveled, hot mess. The fragrant smell of Apples hit his nose almost instantly, something so powerful it lingered in the back of his throat. But Apples really aren’t that important, are they? Kris was what was driving him mad, the true source to fixating on the smell of them so deeply. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he was head over the moon for his ex-sworn rival. He weakly hugged Kris back and felt their warmth, extremely fast beating SOUL, and everything he could pinpoint embraced in their arms. He was basking in it, as he let out a euphoric chirp and nuzzled into Kris.
“You’re really liking this, huh man?” Kris teased softly.
“Yeah… Yeah. I am..”