#bitty writes

As if someone heard that thought, a sudden weight fell onto the top of his head. He barely reacted to the familiar sensation and ignored the intruder, opting for another sip of hot chocolate. He let out a grunt of confusion as whoever landed on his head continued moving around, wings continuously flicking the inside of his ears which was a rather uncomfortable and ticklish feeling. All that his silent question was met with was upset chirping and more squirming.

Techno chuckled and leaned forwards, gently setting the mug down onto the coffee table. He sat back up, subconsciously noticing the squirming had weakened. He knew it wasn’t because the kid was exhausted, the damn kid had too much energy in him to let that of all things tire him. Kid just probably accepted he needed to be rescued.

He lifted his hands up to his head and began gently trying to maneuver the small avian out of his hair. A few minutes of tussling with his hair and a giggling child, he finally managed to get him out of his hair. Techno brought his hands and the small hybrid down to his face, raising an eyebrow at the grinning child in his hands.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Toms?”

Techno let a fond smile grace his face as the kid responded in a giddy laugh mixed in with his happy chirps. Tommy’s bright red wings flapped around a bit, not really taking any action in lifting the cardinal hybrid out of his hands, just flapping in place as he laughed. 

Techno brought a finger up to the kid’s hair and ruffled it gently. Almost immediately Tommy began protesting and trying to push the giant finger away. The piglin’s eyes narrowed as a couple tiny, messy looking feathers fell from the kid’s head.

“Tommy…” Techno sighed as Tommy crossed his arms and looked away, clearly pouting at the situation he found himself in but also looking just a little bit guilty. “Are you trying to get out of a preening session?”

Tommy stayed silent for a couple moments still, looking as if he was debating on actually answering the larger being. He eventually looked up at Techno, guilt clear in his eyes.

“Maybe… but it’s so boring Tech! I just sit there! Besides, I’m a big man. I don’t need any stupid preening sessions.”

Techno gave Tommy an unimpressed look and moved his free hand to the middle of Tommy’s back, gently massaging the small space in between his wings. The piglin hid his smirk and Tommy began to obviously melt into the touch despite trying to hide it.

“You are a big man, I agree. But if you don’t preen your feathers then you can’t fly, and you have to be able to fly to be the biggest man ever, right?”

Tommy nodded to himself before grinning up at Techno. He spread his wings out and puffed out his feathers, doing his best to keep his wings still.

“I am the biggest of men! Preen my wings!”

“Wait, me?” Techno stared down at the kid in shock as the cardinal hybrid eagerly nodded and shifted to be a bit more comfortable in the warm and fuzzy hand he was sitting in. “I may be a little bit too big to do a good job, kid.”

Tommy shrugged. “Then Dad can finish, he’ll be looking for me anyways. But I want you to preen me first!”

Techno quickly accepted the fact that Tommy was definitely correct that Phil would come searching for him and that he would not leave the matter alone until Techno at least tried preening him. So the next few minutes were spent with Techno trying to gently preen Tommy’s feathers as best he could. With his fingers being so large compared to the tiny feathers on the kid’s wings it was far from easy. But he was doing a decent enough job that Tommy seemed relaxed during the whole ordeal.

It only took ten minutes for the tell tale sound of wings flying through the air to be heard throughout the house. Techno glanced up from Tommy’s wings and watched both Phil and Wilbur flew into the room.

Wilbur immediately zipped over as soon as he spotted Tommy, landing on Techno’s palm with ease. Phil followed suit, albeit much slower and opted to perch on Techno’s shoulder instead, giving Tommy a soft glare as he did so.

“Tommy! You have to stop flying off every time we try and do a preening session! You can’t fly from everything you don’t want to do.”

Tommy craned his neck around to give Wilbur a playful glare and stuck his tongue out at the hummingbird, blowing a raspberry at his older brother. Wilbur scrunched his face up in mock disgust and turned his attention to the eldest avian, perched happily on Techno’s shoulder.

“Daaaaaaad, Tommy’s being an ass!”

“Wilbur! What did I say about calling your brother an ass?”

“Yea bitch! No calling me an ass!”

“TOMMY! Uhg, see what I have to deal with Techno? Gremlins, both of them.”

Techno couldn’t help but laugh in agreement with the eldest avian. He watched as Wilbur and Tommy argued for a little longer before Wilbur sighed and positioned himself behind Tommy and began finishing the preening job that Techno started. Based on the pleased trills coming from Wilbur as he inspected Tommy’s wings, Techno figured he did fairly well on the kid’s wings.

Techno eventually did his best to maneuver his free hand towards the coffee table, somehow managing to grab his hot chocolate mug and pull it back towards him. He was happy to note that Wilbur and Tommy basically ignored his movements and sat back against the back of the couch, feeling Phil relax against his neck as he finally stopped moving.

He brought the mug to his mouth and took a long sip, enjoying the chocolatey taste of the hot chocolate. Though if he was honest, it was lukewarm at best now. He must’ve spent more time than he thought preening Tommy’s wings.

Eventually, Techno sat an empty mug down onto the coffee table. He sighed, content at the silence filling the room. Wilbur had long since finished preening Tommy’s wings and the two young avians were curled up together in his free hand. He frowned at how the cold seemed to slowly seep into them and he brought them to his chest, holding them against himself and nearly completely surrounding them in warmth.

The two of them let out a few chirps and attempted to squirm closer to him, not like they really could. Still, it was an adorable sight to behold.

Phil was still pressed up against his neck, burrowed in as far as the crow could get, most of his body surrounded by his soft fur. Techno brought a hand up and gently stroked Phil’s back with his finger, receiving a happy trill and the eldest avian trying to burrow in closer.