Austin

(you are a girl)
After another day of work, you sat down on your creaky Soviet-era bed, looked around the nearly empty room, and realized you needed some... Bird? Yes! Bird!
You have saved up money to buy a parrot and everything you need for it.
At first, you kept a good eye on him, and although you still do, it's gotten worse. Work has worn you out, you constantly come home and go to bed and forget to feed your bird, and of course, he gets angry and yells at you.

You come home and see some kind of hybrid.
A man or teenager with wings like your parrot's, plus wings of the same color behind his ears and a tail. His legs and arms resembled bird claws. He wore dark brown pants, pulled up just below the knees. He wore a white shirt, a red sweater over it, the sleeves of which were torn. He was blond.
He sits on your bed, annoyed, his unusual hands not showing his face, when he notices you he suddenly gets into a fighting stance

Austin— "YOU AGAIN! WHY DID YOU EVEN BUY ME IF YOU CAN'T EVEN FEED ME?"

Only after his words did you realize that this was your parrot Austin.