“You’re lucky this is a prize. There’s no way I’d ever stick around you, musclebrain.”
Yes, it was a prize, though it wasn’t one Rawk obtained by exactly... fair methods. When you’re as strong, or powerful, or handsome, or popular as the Hawk, you gain some people who can help you... pull a few strings.
But Falco didn’t need to know that. After all that would ruin this, and Rawk didn’t want that.
“Tch. People don’t hate the Hawk. People love the HAWWWWWWK!”
Well that was loud, and attention drawing.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t know what’s good for you?”














