There’s a loud trumpeting sound.

“Ugh.” He’s sprawled out on the dirt, huffing and panting. Sure, he does a lot of physical work as a merc, but damn if it doesn’t leave him more than a little winded by the end of it. “I need a vacation…”

Very loud, obnoxious snoring.

* . : ｡ ˊˎ - ↱ RIGHT THERE .ᐟ ( RIDE ON .ᐟ ) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ↲ ⠀ #sonicrp / #ocrp ⠀- ˎˊ ｡ : . *

Say that to my face, pipsqueak.

𝙍 𝙚 𝙖 𝙡 𝙎 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘, 𝙁 𝙖 𝙠 𝙚 𝙎 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘 ? 𝘿 𝙤 𝙚 𝙨 𝙣 ' 𝙩 𝙈 𝙖 𝙩 𝙩 𝙚 𝙧 ! 𝙈 𝙮 𝙗 𝙧 𝙤 𝙖 𝙣 𝙙 𝙄 𝙬 𝙞 𝙡 𝙡 𝙘 𝙡 𝙤 𝙗 𝙗 𝙚 𝙧 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙢 𝙖 𝙡 𝙡 ! 🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨 20 Yᴇᴀʀs Oʟᴅ - Pᴀɴ - Sʜɪᴘs Wɪᴛʜ Cʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ

His backside IS a very obvious weak spot…but, it’s not recommended to attack him there often.

“I can do a whole lot worse than sling insults, mutt. Don’t test me.”

"I am attacking at what weaknesses you give me. You were sloppy. Are trying to insult me in ways that will put simply, not work. I win."

“Wow, that’s even MORE boring than I thought! What, too busy being a guard dog to come up with something good?”

"That 'insult' won't hurt me if I know it to be true and remain unbothered by that fact!"

“Sloppy?! Well uh…boring!”

"Sloppy." He's. He's actually attacking back!?

"... Amateurs."

“Hmph. Nosy.”

"𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓!" 🐊𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲/𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐅𝐈 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 🐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 🦖𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 🗨️𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲🗨️ #OC #Fandomless

“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."