Poruru Poruru!
포르르 포르르!
Synopsis
Formo, a long-tailed tit enjoying his first flight in a long while, ends up falling beyond the kingdom’s borders into the territory of natural predators.
The one who saved the unconscious Formo was Serdin, a jaguar beastman.
“Pipi, it’ll take fifty years… no, was it a hundred years for your injured wings to fully heal? Anyway, it’ll take a while, but if you stay with me, it’ll be fun. You’ll be safe.”
Spouting nonsense so shamelessly, calling him Pipi instead of his wonderful name and teasing him as he pleases, yet the moment tears well up in his eyes, soothing and comforting him—what a wicked man.
Before Formo knew it, he’d become accustomed to this uncomfortable sleeping with the enemy—no, this comfortable and luxurious life of confinement…
***
“…Pipi, I’ll stop thinking of you as an appetizer now.”
Formo, who didn’t know what “appetizer” meant, thought ‘Well, whatever it is, it must be good if he’s stopping,’ and let his words pass indifferently. After all, not a single thing that man said ever made any sense.
“Someone as cute as you…”
Serdin, who had been speaking gently, noticed Formo’s tail feathers trembling as if displeased, and naturally added:
“And gallant…”
Upon hearing that word, Formo’s tail feathers perked up, and soon his body rolled exactly half a turn to face Serdin. Serdin looked into Formo’s black eyes and continued affectionately:
“There couldn’t be another bird as cool as you. There’s no way two such perfect birds could exist in this world. There’s only one bird as valiant and dependable as Pipi. Isn’t that right, Pipi?”
“Pii!”
Formo, quite pleased with his sweet talk, made a somewhat triumphant expression. The pride he couldn’t hide made Formo’s beak twitch.
“So I’ll have to cherish you for a lifetime.”
“…Pii?”