"It's nothing. This is my adopted son, Loki. I got him from the rescue center this afternoon." Feng Shan just smiled, gesturing for Frank not to be afraid.
Loki, who had just slipped on the glass and awkwardly tumbled onto the table, wasn't being so docile now.
With a scramble, he struggled to flip himself back over, his small eyes burning with humiliation-fueled anger.
First, he vigorously shook the moisture from his feathers. Then, his beak opened and closed, and a shockingly vulgar curse word came out.
"Motherfucker!"
Frank was also stunned, clearly not expecting the parrot to use foul language.
"Loki!" Hearing the foul language, Feng Shan's brow instantly furrowed, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.
Instantly, as if sensing Feng Shan's anger, Loki fluttered his wings and flew unsteadily to land on Feng Shan's shoulder.
He then tilted his head, looked pitifully at Feng Shan with his small eyes, and called out to curry favor.
"Papa!"
