You fumbled around in your pockets for your apartment keys. You put all of your effort into not dropping them or looking like an overall fool.
You and Jon were greeted by squawking and cage rattling as the door swung open.
''Oh! There's my babies!'' You kinda forgot Jon was in the room for a moment, and you laid your soda down next to the shoes and coat rack. You rushed over to let them out. You never let them stay in their cage unless it was bedtime, or you needed a little time for yourself. They were your constant companions.
Your Caique, Percy, was happily bobbing up and down, waiting to be picked up first. Melon, your pineapple green cheek, wasn't having it however, and attempted to squeeze past Percy.
''Fellas! Chill out!'' you chuckled as you opened their cage latch, which Percy was already craftily trying to open.
Jon's exsistence kind of hit you again, and you spun around as your birds climbed onto your arms.
''Ahh, apologies, I kinda get this way around these guys.''
''Oh no, I feel ya!'' he responded warmly, and approached you and the birds.
''I get the same way around Jacques and Cinnamon.''
He offered a hand out to them gently, to which they curiously nibbled on.
''Oh wow, they're really friendly for only really being around you!'' His glance sweeped upwards, ''Not that I'm saying you don't have any friends or somethin'.'' He looked nervous, and tried shrugging it off with a little chuckle.
Why was HE so nervous? He was the famous dude, you were just some random person.
You laughed, causing your birds to whip their heads towards you.
''Nah, that's pretty accurate, actually. But I don't really need too many people in my life. I've got these guys!''
Melon was climbing up to Jon's shoulder, and was starting to pick through his hair. You giggled.
''Oi! Melon!''
''Nah, he's good! Cute little guy.''
Melon poofed out, as if responding to being called cute.
You shuffled over to the kitchen table, which wasn't far from the bird cage. You offered him a seat by motioning to the chair across from you. It wasn't the prettiest table, a beaten up wooden thing with some mismatching chairs, but hey, at least they were clean. He shuffled over and plopped down. His eyes remained focused downwards, with a glance up every once in a while, but he seemed to be enjoying himself for the most part. he spoke up,
''Yeahhhh, people suck for the most part anyway. Birds are more people than people, it seems.''
''More than seems, thassa fact, Jon.''
''You said it, dude. Some days I just feel like turning off my phone and just chilling out with jacques and games.''
''[Y/N]''
''Hmm?'' He appeared to have zoned out into your...face?
''My 'names [Y/N].''
''Ah!'' he exclaimed in a jokingly triumphant way. '' I 'spose 'dude' just won't do, you're right.'' He chuckled heartily to himself, shaking his head ''Aw man, I knew your birds' names before I knew yours. That's kinda fucked up.''
His laughter made his cheeks do that adorable thing to his eyes; highlight them brilliantly, and you felt a flutter in your stomach.
His smile was just...all you wanted to focus on right now.