"You're kinda built for a... solo." || Ray (nomad) @ Warthog!
“’Cause I wasn’t always a Solo, choom. Had my other gigs. Dealin’ Juice for Animals, takin’ contracts, killin’ guys, winnin’ fights, y’know. The usual. Just ‘cause I don’t look as tiny and chipper as the rest a’ my competition don’t mean ‘m less of a threat.” And his usual duties also came with flippin’ burgers at a diner, well, technically what he should be doing right now instead of chatting up this stranger. The extremely built Solo gestured to himself. He was basically a brick wall of muscle and meat, not to be taken lightly. As if to bring extra attention to his appearance, he flashed a large grin to show off his golden tusks.
“See? You’re proof ‘m a good Solo.” Warthog crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow down to the diner patron. “’S long as I don’t look like the top Solo on the food chain, I’m doin’ my job well. Helps me get outta crosshairs and all that shit. Not tryin’ to become Mr. Somebody, just tryin’ to survive out here.”








