#the pigeons of the neighbourhood: Who the fuck steals our eggs all the time

[fandom-necromancer]

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder Part 2

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I hope you enjoy although it’s short!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Part1]   [Part3]

‘Asimov shat on the couch again!‘ Nines stood in the kitchen, preparing the bowl of bird food and cleaning the water trough as Gavin came barging in with his cleaning supplies, throwing away the dirty paper towels. Nines sighed. ‘Well, you complained about the aviary being too small.’ ‘Yeah, because it is!’ ‘I build it exactly according to guides on the internet.’ ‘Maybe the internet is wrong then. It looked too small, they deserve more.’ ‘They are just in there during the night and to feed, they can fly around the whole day’, Nines protested. ‘No wonder I’m the favourite parent.’ Nines dropped the water trough in the sink in frustration. ‘Gavin, you literally called your pigeon after a 2013 phone game.’ ‘Or because she had problems learning to fly, don’t you dare insult Flappy when you called yours after the phcking laws of robotics.’

‘Then you could at least help me build it. So it’s big enough for your taste.’ ‘But I already raised them when- You know what? Fine. I’ll help you. At least that way it’s perfect.’ Nines shook his head as Gavin took the bowl filled with seeds and left for their converted guestroom. They lived with their two pigeons for about a month now and when thinking about how strongly Gavin had spoken against the animals in the beginning it was almost ridiculous to see how easily attached he had become, trying to learn everything about their health and behaviour. After the first week he almost had become a real mother hen, looking after them every free minute and watching over their development. Nines was sure to have never seen him happier than the moment they made their first attempts at flight. Not that it sat any different with him, but Gavin truly was the favourite parent for them.

Nines cleaned the water trough, filled it and walked out of the kitchen to join Gavin. He found him sitting on the ground the bowl in his hand, both pigeons perching on his arms pecking away at the seeds. He couldn’t help but smile as he put the water down and took a seat next to him. ‘Guess I do have to build it alone. You look pretty occupied.’ Gavin leaned over to him and carefully placed a kiss on his cheek not to disturb the birds. ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’ ‘I know’, Nines chuckled and gently petted Flappy on her back. ‘I love you too. I’m happy you took to them so much.’ Gavin huffed. ‘How could I not? They are cute and far too pretty. Never really paid much attention to pigeons before you came barging in with these eggs.’ ‘You can easily overlook them’, Nines agreed and chuckled when Asimov tried to get a better grip on Gavin’s oversized sweater. ‘I’ll get to work then.’ ‘Okay! See you later!’

Gavin stayed quite a while in their guest room, watching their birds preen and flap from perch to perch. They would have to seriously renovate the room if they ever wanted to really use it again, but he didn’t really mind. Most of the furniture had been old stuff from his old apartment they didn’t want to put anywhere people would actually see it but didn’t want to throw away either. He stood up about an hour later, when the guilty feeling of letting Nines work on his own overcame him. But he didn’t get too far, as the doorbell rang. Frowning he turned around and opened it to two kids. They held a cardboard box with airholes in the lid in their hands and looked up to him.

‘Err… Hello?’, Gavin greeted them. ‘Hello! We’re from next door and we found a nest that’s fallen’, the first child said excitedly and the other one added: ‘Mom said your husband knows how to care for birds and to bring it over!’ They held up the box and Gavin looked at it perplexed. Clearly the children wanted him to take the box and his hands had already moved before his brain could catch up. ‘Thank you!’, the children cheered and ran off, leaving Gavin alone with the box. He lifted up the lid and saw four small eggs in a nest of sticks and feathers that suspiciously looked exactly like those Asimov and Flappy lost all the time. He closed the box again and shut the door, sighing deeply.

‘Oh, Nines will be pissed he has to build the aviary even larger once again…’

[>next part]