“My ass blocks doorways.”

The boar’s gut would rumble ominously…

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“Hrmph.”

“The hell are you glaring at, runt?”

“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-

||okay, er. i've been sorta reaching out to the sonic verse with middling success. i am bad at approaching. here's this.

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.

Big whoop I do this every time I try going somewhere.

His gut rumbled and gurgled a few times.

He hums as he counts out his latest bounty reward, one bill at a time.

“That red runt’s in for it now…” <—- Clueless

“Hrnnnrggh…I ain’t dead yet…”

“Gotta say, I don’t look half bad in pants.”

Oh great, just what I need. Another bozo.

• Komodo Dragon/Viper hybrid. M. 28. • Intergalactic mechanic. • Occasional farmer. • Possibly addled with demonic tendencies.

The hog hums as he diligently tends to one of his rifles. He may not keep many things clean, but his weapons are certainly one of them.

Clownfish, sunfish, eel, and hermit crab all bounced off his angered face…before the final one, an octopus, clung right to it, “MMPH!?” He’d immediately let go of the tank, letting it fall to the ground as he tried to pry those tentacles off.

He's currently lying on his side, one hand reaching back to scratch at his rear.

That fish would hit him with a satisfying wet smack, sliding off to the floor soon after. He'd glare at the alien, rage slowly building...before he suddenly lifted the entire fish tank up. "COME HERE YOU LITTLE TWERP!" He roared, trying to get her out of there so he could deliver some payback.

Huh. Puny lookin' fish.

He's currently using two trashcans as a way to take a seat, both barely holding him up.

“Hmph.”

The hog’s stomach would growl quite loudly, as he rubbed it with a scowl.