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!”

“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.

Pffft. Yeah, sure.

Yeah? And what if he does?

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

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.