Kiburi the Boar

“Hrrrngh…I’m up. I’m up.”

Kiburi stumbled back from Storm’s sheer muscle, snarling a little in response.

“Hey! Don’t shove me, jackass!”

He’d press both palms against Storm’s own shoulders, giving a rude shove in return.

Kiburi’s good eye widened at the sight of that wasted food, before he scowled at Storm’s accusation.

“Me?! You’re the one that dropped it, butterfingers! Way to waste all that food!”

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

“Yeah, sure, like those two little pipsqueaks wouldn’t get full off the first bite!”

He dug his hooves into the dirt, really trying to reach out and grab another sandwich.

And good thing they did too, as a greedy hand had started reaching out only to come short.

"Tch...hey, you don't need all those sandwiches, why not share a little more, huh?"

He snorts at the seabird, gluttony ruling his simple mind.

//Maybe he should be more of an anti-hero. Hmm.

Kiburi's good eye narrowed at Storm's attitude, and he had half a mind to bark back at him...but another growl from his belly won over his ego.

He'd grab the sandwich and lift it for a hefty bite, taking out half of it with one chomp.

"...Holy shit."

A similarly sized shadow to Storm would loom over that plate, coming with the rumbles of an empty stomach.

It’s Kiburi. He’s staring at those freshly made sandwiches with a bit of drool trickling down his mouth.

//gotta think of what I want though. Writing him as just a big bully is fun, but…gets a bit old sometimes too.

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

Pffft. Yeah, sure.

Yeah? And what if he does?

He’s in the mood to cause some trouble.

“Oh, kid. Hmph. Nothin’ really, just a long day.”

“Ugh.”

A huge shadow looms over the little “menace”.

“Grngh?!” He starts shaking his arm a few times, trying to get the Koopa off of him.

“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!

-bottle, popped off the cap, and happily began chugging.

"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-

Revving the bike a few more times, Kiburi would begin with a daring wheelie as he speeds off down the road. Even his weight doesn't seem to keep it from going full throttle.

"... ... ... I ain't touchin' that."

"What're you lookin' at?"

||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.