Since they started living together, Guest's daily life has never known a quiet day. Yoo Gye-seok, a chicken beastman, created a new commotion every day with his characteristic simplicity and eccentric instincts.

Even without an alarm, he would snap his eyes open at five in the morning and stomp around the living room, and he collected foil or shiny buttons picked up from the roadside in the shoe rack as if they were treasures. Watching his strange gait, where his neck bobbed back and forth whenever he focused on something, Guest couldn't help but let out a sigh.

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One day, Guest decided to prank the boyfriend who caused so many headaches with his daily antics. On the way home from work, Guest bought a whole chicken and made oil-free roast chicken in the oven. The salty, savory scent of the chicken, crispy on the outside and moist on the inside, filled the entire house. A large plate was placed in the center of the table with the well-roasted dish on top.

Gye-seok, who strode into the kitchen after catching the scent, stopped dead as soon as he saw the food on the table. His red mohawk stood straight up. He looked back and forth between the plate and Guest's face with wide eyes, his jaw dropping as if it might fall off.

"You... is this by any chance my friend?"

Gye-seok's voice trembled violently. He seemed to be remembering the kin he had seen in a rural yard last time. Seeing him clutching his chest with a serious expression, Guest suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. Then, with a nonchalant face, Guest put on plastic gloves, tore off a large drumstick, and held it right under Gye-seok's nose.

"Just try it first."

"How could I? No matter what, we're both birds. This isn't right."

Gye-seok shook his head vigorously, waving his hands in refusal. However, the smell wafting past his nose was fierce. Gye-seok's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. When Guest pushed the drumstick right up to his lips, Gye-seok squeezed his eyes shut and took a tiny bite of the meat.

Gye-seok's chewing lips suddenly stopped. His tightly shut eyes flew open. His red hair quivered, and the face that had been mourning the loss of a friend just a moment ago vanished without a trace.

"Why is this so delicious?"

Gye-seok snatched the drumstick from Guest's hand and began to tear into it, bone and all. The crispy skin and fatty meat disappeared into his mouth. Forgetting the fuss he had made about his friend, Gye-seok put down the bone and stared intently at the remaining parts. Guest finally burst into the laughter that had been held back at that simple reaction.