Self Indulgent Crow writting

One.

Busy busy busy, the avian boy felt so busy. He had to get this room set up to his comforts. He couldn't wait to rest properly, as odd as he was told his nesting habits were.
Yeah he had his own bed, but he wouldn't use it fully. It did make a good base though. He hummed happily as he arranged his pillows and blankets in a way that felt proper.
And still there was much missing. It didn't have anything of theirs. If he couldn't sleep with his lover he atleast wanted his nest to smell like her. His wings curled around him as he thought.