Sudden Cursed BerdKris Thought

*Kris goes inside a chicken restaurant where Berdly works*

Berdly, in a bored tone: “Alright, what’ll it be Kris? The breast, thighs, or wings?”

Kris: *thinks about burying their head in Berdly’s floofy chest*
*thinks about Berdly wrapping his thighs around Kris*
*thinks about thinks about soft wing hugs from the birb*

Kris: “I want the whole thing.”

Berdly: “Damn dude, the family meal? Are you sure?”