“Tch, pipsqueaks.”

He’s in the mood to get the drop on someone. Literally, in his case.

He furrowed his brow a bit, before crossing his arms. “Don’t go trying to confuse me!”

"... Isn't being yappy weird. Thus, I'm normal."

“Most dogs I see are yappy runts. You’re not. So, you’re weird.”

"Why am I weird."

Snort. “And?”

"... Mean."

“Weird lookin’ dog.”

A sudden powerful belly bump, right to the READER!

“Meh. This P.U. Box right here’s working just fine.” He gives the dumpster a few firm pats, before tossing some more unwanted mail inside.

He’s busy looking at some help wanted ads with a very firm scowl on his face. “I can’t do any of this crap.”

That second one didn’t make him so much as flinch, as he glared at the lemur in the distance. “Oh, I can handle it…” Bending down, he’d dig his hands into the snow. With a fierce grunt and immense strength, Kiburi hefted up a huge pile of ice above his head…before lobbing it right towards Tangle.

I WAS getting tired of pulling quills outta my—ugh. Yeah, I ran out of ideas. Believe it or not, that’s the one thing I can’t just pull outta my butt forever.

Yeah, /mom/, as a matter of fact I have. Not like there’s been much trouble to cause anyways.

Tch. Should’ve been longer if you asked me.

He heard it, but considering his wide physique that wouldn’t let him move out of the way in time. The slush ball hit right above his tail, eliciting an involuntary squeal from the otherwise tough guy boar. “Y-You got a d-death wish?!” He threatened, though shuddering from the cold wasn’t helping-

“HA-CHOO!!” Damn allergies.

Lousy stupid cold. Even with all his extra padding it was such a bad time. Didn’t help that he was big enough to be a huge target for any sort of snowball thrown his way.

Loud, annoyed grunt. He dislikes this time of year.

“Bill, bill, junk, arrest warrant, junk, coupon…” He’s tossing these into the trash one by one.

“My ass blocks doorways.”

“Hrmph.”

“Hrrrngh…I’m up. I’m up.”

With a huff, Kiburi takes a seat on a nearby stool…which breaks shortly after under his weight.

//Hmmmmmm I should try to make Kiburi a character again. I miss writing on him.

He’s in the mood to cause some trouble.

“Ugh.”

“Ain’t got nothin’ on me though.”

“So many damn pipsqueaks running around.”

"Probably the runt standing in front of me."

"Oh great, another pipsqueak."

Those damn birds keep stealing all my work...literally!

"Trust me, they got all that and more." He'd lightly bang the side of his fist against the bar. "Hey, barkeep! Two of the usual, one for me and my new buddy here." The grizzled bartender merely let out a silent huff, grabbing two bottles of beer and sliding them their way. Kiburi snatched his-

Work could be pretty slow at times, especially for a big bad brute of a boar. Sometimes you gotta take what you can get, which is why he’s currently seated outside a local bar as a bouncer. To say he was bored would be an understatement.

“Hrrrmgh…I’m up, I’m up.”

The boar huffs as he tries to balance on an extreme gear...but, as he does, it steadily sinks to the ground from his weight. "Cheap piece of junk must be broken."

“Heh, just wait till you try the booze. You’ll be singing this place’s praises like a canary.” Kiburi pulled up two stools at the bar…both for him. He was much larger than the average Mobian, after all. “Well?” He glanced over at his newfound acquaintance. “Grab a seat.”

An almost comically loud yawn from the boar.

❝ 𝑰𝒕 𝒋𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 . . . 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.ᐟ ❞

The boar brute let out a loud yawn as he sat up from a pile of broken cement he was using as a makeshift bed. "Mmph...how long was I out?"

That guy seems like he’s got it together. I could learn from him…

“Hrmrgrhrn.” Someone’s in a very foul mood tonight.

Hell no, just what I didn't need.

“What the—“

HOW LONG'S THE SHORELINE, ANYWAY? = - NALU THE LION 🌊 I MEASURE EVERY OTHER DAY. ______ a sonic oc penned by naps #sonicrp #ocrp

I do it intentionally plenty of times, jackass.